[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