Track 1 of the EP Boots by the Door · 2012
Peaches by the Pound
“Saturday morning, tables out, farmers hollering about their fruit. I fell in love with the whole market in one afternoon.”
country · market-day country · romantic twang · 3:40
Lyrics
Saturday morning, the folding tables out Canvas awnings flapping, farmers hollering about Tomatoes still dusty from the field And you at the peach stand, trying to look unconcerned I came for honey, came for a loaf of rye Didn't come to lose my words when you looked me in the eye You weighed the fruit up in your hand Said these ones are sweet, if you know how to wait My heart's a paper sack Too full to carry back Peaches by the pound, sugar on my wrist Standing in the sunshine, hoping I'm not missed Sell me something slow, sell me something true I'll be here every Saturday, if you'll be here too Peaches by the pound You wrote your name on a paper bag Slid it with the change like it was nothing at all A fiddle player tuning by the beans And I'm reading seven letters like they're scripture My heart's a paper sack Too full to carry back Peaches by the pound, sugar on my wrist Standing in the sunshine, hoping I'm not missed Sell me something slow, sell me something true I'll be here every Saturday, if you'll be here too Peaches by the pound Some folks plant a garden Some folks plant a hope Mine came up in August Down by the rows of rope Peaches by the pound, sugar on my wrist Standing in the sunshine, hoping I'm not missed Sell me something slow, sell me something true I'll be here every Saturday, if you'll be here too Peaches by the pound Sweet, if you know how to wait Sweet, if you know how to wait