The Flea Market Hustlers

 

Buried My Darlin'

03:20
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