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Flea Market Find

Girard

Flea Market Find

(Verse 1)
Woke up on a Saturday, sun’s shining bright,
Got my coffee in hand and I’m feelin’ all right.
I’m headin’ to the market where the deals are divine,
Got a couple bucks, but I’m gonna strike gold this time.

Old vinyl records and dusty old chairs,
A vintage sign, it’s all waiting there.
The smell of old leather, the sound of the street,
I’m hunting down treasures, nothing’s too neat.

(Chorus)
Oh, a flea market find, it’s worth the drive,
Better than anything you can buy brand new or high.
A little bit of history, a touch of old soul,
Every little piece makes me feel whole.
Why buy new when the past’s right behind,
Got my heart racing for that flea market find.

(Verse 2)
I’m diggin’ through boxes of forgotten dreams,
Finding old trinkets that still shine and gleam.
A cowboy hat from the ‘70s, a pearl necklace too,
All the things they left behind—well, they’re perfect for you.

There’s an old guitar with the strings all worn,
A leather jacket, faded and torn.
But there’s something about it, a story untold,
These flea market finds are worth their weight in gold.

(Bridge)
I don’t need your fancy stores, I don’t need the mall,
I’ll take that chipped vase or that rusty old stall.
From old postcards to a leather-bound book,
Everything’s better when you take a second look.

(Outro)
So when you’re looking for something that’s true and divine,
Don’t forget to check out that flea market line.
Where the past meets the present and the bargains are kind,
Oh yeah, it’s all about that flea market find!