The Flea Market Hustlers

 
David Preston

Story

David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
John Furbush - Mandolin
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Vocals
Doug Jernigan - Pedal Steel

Lyrics

Come ride with me tonight
Leave that old boy behind
He ain't worth nothin', he ain't worth nothin'
He sits around drinkin' beer, acting like he don't hear
Your lonesome cry, or your long deep sigh

Please don't close your eyes
'Cause it's your turn to drive
For a little while
Please just for a little while

We'll roll the windows down
Get off to another town
And drive, this worthless night away
It will be morning soon
We'll be singing a different tune
Coming down, oh lord, coming down 

Please don't close your eyes
'Cause it's your turn to drive
For a little while
Please just for a little while

My eyes are crossing and
I can't remember when
I drove this long, long, road
You make me think of things
You make me spread my wings
When you pick the tape
I get to hear you sing 

Please don't close your eyes
'Cause it's your turn to drive
For a little while
Please just for a little while

Graham Lindsey

Story

David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
John Furbush - Mandolin
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Vocals
Joey Fletcher - Steel, Resonator

Lyrics

I've been taught and I've been told
And I've been turned and pushed and pulled
I've been played hey hey hey hey
The sun goes up the sun goes down
This big wide world keeps spinning round
It's all the same hey hey hey hey 

And all along the winding way 
Beauty ain't an act of faith 
All in all it's not the same 

I've been bought and I've been sold 
And I've been crooked and cockeyed and cold 
I've been swept and swayed hey hey
The tide comes in and the tide goes out
The whole wide world starts to shake and shout
Say what you will say hey hey 

But all along there are the waves 
The rays of daylight faraway 
They live they die but nothing's changed
All along the winding way 
I came I saw I did not stay 
I lived I died I did not change

John Furbush

Story

John Furbush - Vocals, Mandolin, Congas
David Preston - Guitars, Bass, Vocals
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Percussion, Vocals
Frank Rische - Vocals

 

Lyrics

I was thinkin' to myself, what a lovely day to take a little walk
out on the edge of what is here and what is not
Tippy-toein' through the cosmos on a fine line, feelin' so fine 
I did a pirouette and fell right off
Hit the ground, I turned around, found myself where there's nowhere to be found
and it feels so good to lose me 

It's a heavy weight we have to carry round and round and round and round
(round and round and round and round and round and round
and round and round...)
Never stops until we find out, that it never stops 'til we find out
that it never stops 'til we find out
That it never stops

And it seems so clear, to be so clouded
Let the rains come wash me away
Season's here for sowin'
Wake to a sunny day 

It's the space between you and me, and the distance there,
that I can't seem to find the place where I begin and you myself we stop
It's all for one, and one for all, divided we stand
together we fall into the warm embrace of your heart
There we find we're out of time, a paradise, undefined
on a shore with no beginning on a mountain with no top

But still we climb, on and on and on and on and on and on...
(on and on and on and on and on and on and on and on...) 
Never stops until we find out, that it never stops 'til we find out
that it never stops 'til we find out
That it never stops 

And it seems so clear, to be so clouded
Let the rains come wash me away
Season's here for sowin'
Wake to a sunny day 

And it seems so clear, to be so clouded
Let the rains come wash me away
Season's here for sowin'
Wake to a sunny day 
Wake to a sunny day 
Wake to a sunny day  

David Preston

Story

David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
John Furbush - Mandolin, Harmonica
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Vocals

Lyrics

One ounce of prevention is worth a pound of the cure
Where that statistic came from, I'm not so very sure
Maybe an ounce of joy, is worth a pound of sorrow
Who cares, I'll figure it all out tomorrow

But tonight my candle is burning at both ends
One ounce of redemption is worth a pound of sin
All I can tell you is I'll be alright
I'm the last man standing tonight

Sunken bloodshot eyes, with a half-cocked smile
Each moment is worth a lifetime, each step worth a hundred miles
Smiles are always free, and the coffee's worth five bucks
Night time is the right time, but the morning kind of sucks 

I don't know what it means, I don't care how it seems
All I can tell you is I'll be alright
I'm the last man standing tonight

This work I don't mind doing, for everybody's sake
And if you ain't out here with us, we're probably keeping you awake
We'll play 'til it hurts, and play right through to the end
Get up some time tomorrow and do it all over again

I don't know what it means, I don't care how it seems
All I can tell you is I'll be alright
I'm the last man standing tonight
I'm the last man standing tonight
I'm the last man standing tonight 

John Furbush

Story

John Fubush - Mandolin, Vocals
David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums

Lyrics

I like the liquor in her collards, I like the liquor in her jeans
She keeps a flask in her pocket, and a full pot of greens
We play checkers in the front room, we play poker in the rear
Every time she's a winner, she brings me another beer

I searched the whole world over, and not another girl would do
All the things that your mama, would not approve
Now I'm living in clover, just as happy as a bee
The way that sweet honey, is sweet on me

She likes to go out to the pictures, but she don't like to go alone
When we ain't got any money, we make our own up at home
I like comedies and westerns, she likes thrillers and suspense
By the end of the evening, I might be tied up to the fence 

I searched the whole world over, and not another girl would do
All the things that your mama, would not approve
Now I'm living in clover, just as happy as a bee
The way that sweet honey, is sweet on me

I like the liquor in her collards, I like the liquor in her jeans
She keeps a flask in her pocket, and my bowl full of greens
We play checkers in the front room, we play poker in the rear
Every time she's a winner, she brings me another beer

I searched the whole world over, and not another girl would do
All the things that your mama, would not approve
Now I'm living in clover, just as happy as a bee
The way that sweet honey, is sweet on me
The way that sweet honey, is sweet on me 

Mike Tharpe

Story

Mike Tharpe - Banjo
David Preston - Guitar
John Furbush - Mandolin
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Bass
Joey Fletcher - Gallacaster

David Preston

Story

 

David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
John Furbush - Harmonica
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Vocals

David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
John Furbush - Harmonica
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Vocals

Lyrics

Sittin' on the front porch with a cold beer in his hand
Nothin' lasts forever, gotta get it while you can
Try to save some for later, you will never be satisfied
Got to have faith that someday both of these worlds collide 

Looking at the streetlight, through an old dead tree
Thinking that the way he sees things is the way it aught to be
Trying to avoid the situation on the other side of the wall
How the poor do stumble, and how the mighty fall

How the young man struggles, just to keep from growin' old
He just came out to get into the cold

He can't say just what he means, can't keep his mouth shut
He could climb a mountain and tell it like he's in a rut
Just like anybody I guess he's carved out his own mess 
Sit around feelin' cursed even when he could feel blessed

How a young man struggles, just to keep from growin' old
He just came out to get into the cold 

How a young man struggles, just to keep from growin' old
He just came out to get into the cold 
He just came out to get into the cold  

John Furbush

Story

John Fubush - Mandolin, Vocals
David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
Mike Tharpe - Banjo, Vocals
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Vocals

Lyrics

Buried my darlin' in the garden, she's spread around two feet deep
Wonder how a girl so bitter, could grow an ear of corn so sweet

Well I was just a lad, when things first turned bad
A city girl she moved into the holler
Never noticed she was mean, I loved her pork and beans, but there's never any liquor in her collards

Buried my darlin' in the garden, she's spread around two feet deep
Wonder how a girl so bitter, could grow an ear of corn so sweet 

She never took to farmin', all she touched she'd end up harmin'
Every seed she planted never had a hope
Now she's growin' giant melons, I'm not braggin' I'm just tellin'
For stringin' beans now I use rope

Buried my darlin' in the garden, she's spread around two feet deep
Wonder how a girl so bitter, could grow an ear of corn so sweet 

Livin' in the holler, it's hard to make a dollar
But we sing and dance and party all the time
Once the vows were done, she ran out all the fun
But she couldn't outrun the combine

Buried my darlin' in the garden, she's spread around two feet deep
Wonder how a girl so bitter, could grow an ear of corn so sweet 

The corn for the liquor seems to pack an extra kicker
Like that old mule that used to ride my ass
What doesn't make me sad's the best tomato that I've had
And for a special treat, you should try the grass

I buried my darlin' in the garden, she's spread around two feet deep
Wonder how a girl so bitter, could grow an ear of corn so sweet 

David Preston

Story

 

David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
John Furbush - Mandolin, Harmonica
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Vocals

David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
John Furbush - Mandolin, Harmonica
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Vocals

Lyrics

One got caught for movin', he spent two years in the pen
Never thought he'd make it out, but the world let him back in
Until something deep inside said I'm as guilty as a sin
From the day that he was set free, never got caught again

He's skimming right along, on pure good luck
If the world crashed down around me said I would not give a
You got to know just what you got, so when you ain't got nothin' at all
You won't be crawling 'til the day you die after the first time that you fall

One more came into this world but not by her own choice
Many times she spoke when nobody heard her voice
When the world opened its arms, she said I'm free at last
From that very day not a single day has passed 

She's skimming right along, on pure good luck
If the world crashed down around me said I would not give a
You got to know just what you got, so when you ain't got nothin' at all
You won't be crawling 'til the day you die after the first time that you fall

Yet another picked up the bill to slave the best years of his life
Bowing to the toilet bowl whose opinions were his knife
And when he crossed the finish line he almost wished that he was dead
'Cause her pockets are lined with diamonds while his are filled with lead

He's skimming right along, on pure good luck
If the world crashed down around me said I would not give a
You got to know just what you got, so when you ain't got nothin' at all
You won't be crawling 'til the day you die after the first time that you fall

Skimming right along, on pure good luck
If the world crashed down around me said I would not give a
You got to know just what you got, so when you ain't got nothin' at all
You won't be crawling 'til the day you die after the first time that you fall

John Furbush

Story

 

John Fubush - Mandolin, Vocals
David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums

John Fubush - Mandolin, Vocals
David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums

Lyrics

La-dee-da, la-dee-doo, bring yourself around if you're feeling blue
Come on in, but leave your frown, we'll keep it up while we're gettin' down
Tweedle-dee, tweedle-dum, the world would be better if we all had some
Everyday we're playin' it safe

Yadda-yadda, blah-blah-blah, can see they're talkin' but don't hear 'em at all
What they say, we can't have around, 'cause we keep it up while we're gettin' down
Rah-rah-rah, go team go, we know you can do it if you're takin' it slow
Everyday we're playin' it safe

You gotta keep careful each and every day
life can be so fast you might get carried away
Chasing the joneses all around the joint
wake up one day to find you missed the point 

Hoo-dee-hoo, cootchie-coo, we're having fun no matter what we do
When some stressor tries to come around, we keep it up while we're gettin' down
Ha-ha-ha, ho-ho-ho, we had a meeting just before the show
Everyday we're playin' it safe 

You gotta keep careful each and every day
life can be so fast you might get carried away
Chasing the joneses all around the joint
wake up one day to find you missed the point 

Everyday we're playin' it safe
Everyday we're playin' it safe
Everyday we're playin' it safe 

Jake Winebrenner

Story

 

Jake Winebrenner - Vocals, Bass, Drums
David Preston - Guitar, Vocals
John Furbush - Harmonica
Mike Tharpe - Banjo

Jake Winebrenner - Vocals, Bass, Drums
David Preston - Guitar, Vocals
John Furbush - Harmonica
Mike Tharpe - Banjo

Lyrics

If anybody here sees me drowning, if anybody sees me at all
If anybody here sees me falling, why don't you catch me on my downfall

I left home a long long time ago, but it seems like yesterday
When I set out traveling this big world, never thought I'd get this carried away 

If anybody here sees me drowning, if anybody sees me at all
If anybody here sees me falling, why don't you catch me on my downfall

I grew up north most my childhood, good times had by all
But now I'm down here on my own, wish that somebody would call

If anybody here sees me drowning, if anybody sees me at all
If anybody here sees me falling, why don't you catch me on my downfall

There are two kinds of people, those who go and those who stay
But I am one of those so called damn fools, who has got to pave his own way 

If anybody here sees me drowning, if anybody sees me at all
If anybody here sees me falling, why don't you catch me on my downfall

I said why don't you catch me, why don't you catch me, on my downfall

6:15

01:51
David Preston

Story

 

David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, Bass
John Furbush - Mandolin
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Vocals

David Preston - Guitar, Vocals, BassJ
ohn Furbush - Mandolin
Mike Tharpe - Banjo
Jake Winebrenner - Drums, Vocals

Lyrics

I'm sitting here waiting on the end of the world
I can't wait just to see how it all unfurls
I'm happy when I could be sad
Might as well be the best day I've had
Sittin' here waiting on the end of the world

I've got six hours and fifteen minutes before the planets align
And from where I'm standing that makes it 'bout 10:45
Well when all is said and done
I can say I've had my fun
Sittin' here waiting on the end of the world

Got a good mind to make up my own prophecy
Little somethin' for the people livin' thousands of years after me
There's so much I could say
But I won't get carried away
Sittin' here waiting on the end of the world

Well there's so much I could say
No time to get carried away
While I'm sittin' here waiting on the end of the world
While I'm sittin' here waiting on the end of the world