The Flea Market Hustlers

 

Into the Cold

03:22
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