Verse 1: Gather round the fire at the edge of the town Bring all the treasures that are weighing you down A rusty old bicycle, a lamp made of brass A collection of marbles and a looking-glass. Verse 2: I’ve got a banjo that’s missing a string But boy, you should hear how the mahogany sings I’ll trade it for that saddle that’s gathering dust And we’ll both have a laugh and a moment of trust. Chorus: At the swap meet, the swap meet, under the moon Trading our stories to a fiddle-foot tune Everything’s old but everything’s new When it’s passing from me and it’s going to you. Verse 3: Swap a wool sweater for a basket of plums Drumming a beat on the hollow-log drums No taxes, no interest, no debt on the head Just a warm feeling as we’re going to bed. Bridge: The junk in your attic is the joy in my heart It’s the beautiful way that a friendship can start One man’s burden is another man’s prize Look at the sparkle in everyone’s eyes. Verse 4: The fire is low and the wagons are packed But there isn't a single thing that we lacked We traded the clutter for a sense of the kin Until the next swap meet can finally begin. Chorus: At the swap meet, the swap meet, under the moon Trading our stories to a fiddle-foot tune Everything’s old but everything’s new When it’s passing from me and it’s going to you.
