| She reads the leaves and she leads the life |
| That she learned so well from the old wives |
| It’s so strange to arrange it, you know I wouldn’t change it |
| But hear me if you’re near me, can I just rearrange it? |
| The watchman covers me |
| With his remedy |
| I can’t see and it’s hard to feel |
| I think his magic might be real |
| I can’t get to you from your garden gate |
| You know it’s always locked by the magistrate |
| Now, he don’t care why you cry, he thinks it’s just a lie |
| To get out, I don’t doubt that you’d make a try |
| If the good times get you through |
| I know the dogs won’t bother you |
| We’ll be gone in moonshine time |
| I’ve got a place they’ll never find |
| You know I do believe in your hexagram |
| But can you tell me how they all knew the plan? |
| Did you trip or slip on their gifts you know were just a con? |
| You knew it, why’d you do it? I’ve been hiding in the dawn |
| Now I must be on my way |
| I guess you really have to stay |
| Inside the mission walls |
| Down in Modark, Arkansas |