[Intro: accordion riff, rubboard scrape] (Eh toi!) (Bring the box) [Verse 1] Daddy clocks out at the sugar mill a quarter after nine Hands still smelling like molasses and the grease along the line Mama packs a clean shirt in a paper sack with gum Says, you go and get your music, boy, before the night is done I am ten and I am dragging that black case across the yard Buckles clacking, corners scuffed, and the handle hitting hard Mud up to my ankles past the ditch behind the store But the dance hall lights are blinking and I kick against the door [Pre-Chorus] (Push it in, push it in) Lay it by the stage (Push it in, push it in) Before they turn the page [Chorus] Accordion case, accordion case Heavy as a mule Accordion case, accordion case Daddy's working tool I don't play a single note and I don't know the keys But I carry what he cannot when his fingers need to breathe Accordion case, accordion case Buckles and a scar Accordion case, accordion case Got him to the bar [Verse 2] Miss Odile is selling tickets with a cigar box of ones Uncle Beau is tuning something that is older than his sons Band already cooking with a two-step in the floor Daddy wipes his hands on denim, takes the case, and shuts the door First song is a shuffle that the old folks know by heart Second one he wrote himself about a truck that would not start I am sitting on a cooler with a Coke and both my knees Watching every finger move like he is talking overseas [Pre-Chorus] (Push it in, push it in) Lay it by the stage (Push it in, push it in) Before they turn the page [Chorus] Accordion case, accordion case Heavy as a mule Accordion case, accordion case Daddy's working tool I don't play a single note and I don't know the keys But I carry what he cannot when his fingers need to breathe Accordion case, accordion case Buckles and a scar Accordion case, accordion case Got him to the bar [Bridge: accordion alone, then rubboard joins] He said, someday this is yours, and I said, Daddy, it is loud He said, loud is how we tell the week the weekend is allowed Then he strapped it on and grinned like he had never punched a clock And the dance floor turned to thunder and the screen door never locked [Final Chorus: double-time push feel] Accordion case, accordion case Heavy as a mule Accordion case, accordion case Daddy's working tool I will drag it through the mud and I will drag it through the rain Just to hear him play the part of him the sugar mill can't claim Accordion case, accordion case Buckles and a scar Accordion case, accordion case Got us to the bar [Outro: accordion fade, rubboard] (Eh toi) (Bring the box) Case by the stage.
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