[Verse 1]
A guy comes walking out of the garden
Playing Dark Eyes on the accordion
We’re sitting on the porch
Drinking and spitting, lying
We shut our eyes, snap our fingers
Dewhurst goes out to his truck
Like he doesn’t believe what he’s seeing
And brings back three-half-pints
A little whirlwind occurs in the road
Carrying dust away like a pail of water
[Verse 2]
We’re drinking serious now, and O.Z
Wants to break in the store for some head cheese
But the others won’t let him
Everybody laughs, dances
The crossroads are all quiet
Except for the little man on the accordion
[Verse 3]
Things are dying down, and the moon spills its water
Dewhurst says he smells rain
O.Z. says if it rains he’ll still make a crop
We wait there all night, looking for rain
We haven’t been to sleep, so the blue lizards
On the side of the white porch
Lose their tails when we try to dream
[Verse 4]
The man plays the music, looks at us
Noticing what we’re up to, he backs off
Holding up his hands in front, smiling, shaking his head
But before he gets halfway down the road, that O.Z. shoots him in the belly
All summer his accordion rotted in the ditch
Like an armadillo turning into a house payment