High above her head
The light shines down
For a brother
Selfless is her brighter smile
That fills the room
Now you can see
A little better
You find your eyes are open
Wider to the world
And that's the chance
That I never
I never had before
An accidental stumble find
On empty grow down
Past the butter farm
It was Sunday when I found
Flea market girl
For one five-dollar bill
Flea market girl
You're an easy sale
Flea market girl
You could be my Steinbeck Pearl
Flea market girl
Have the Sunday news
In a wood-stained box
Iis where I put her
I drove down 101
To have her home by noon
And place her high
Upon the mantle
I never had the foreseen
Such a graceful gypsy smile
She plays the tambourine
With my guitar
It was Sunday when I found
Flea market girl
Flea market girl
Flea market girl
Flea market girl
For one five-dollar bill
Flea market girl
You're an easy sale
Flea market girl
You could be my Steinbeck Pearl
Flea market girl