The Flea Market Hustlers

 

Drive

04:36
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