James Dickey - Deliverance Dueling Banjos lyrics

Drew and Bobby turned back to the Olds, and the Texaco man walked back alongside Drew. I heard him ask, Whose guitar is that-there yonder?" Then he was jumping like a dog on its hind legs back into the filling station. "Lonnie," he hollered, "come on out chere." He came back and behind was an albino boy with pink eyes like a white rabbit's: one of them stared of at a furious complicated angle. That was the eye he looked at us with, with his face set in another direction. The sane, rational eye was fixed on something that wasn't there, somewhere in the dust of the road. "Git yer banjo," then old man said and then to Drew, "Come on, play us a little something." Drew grinned, rolled down the back window, got out the big cracked Martin and put on his finger picks. He came back to the front of the Olds and hiked up himself onto the hood with one leg up to hold the guitar. He turned for a minute, and Lonnie came back holding up a five-string banjo with a capo made out of rags and rubber bands. "Lonnie don't know nothing but banjo-pickin'," the old man said. "He ain't never been to school