His stellar album The Delivery Man, a concept album about a love triangle in the deep south, contains three duets: two with Emmylou Harris (who must appear as a backup/second singer on far more songs than she sings on her own) and this one with Lucinda Williams.
The Costello/Harris tunes are lovely, lilting things but I’m far more intrigued by this raucous, deep-fried country carnival of a song. Williams, one of my very favorite artists, is dangerously close to unhinged here — she sounds like a woman who’d greet you with a shotgun in her lap when you show up late without a good excuse. I love it.
As in just about all of Costello’s songs, there are great lines throughout. Among my favorites is this early couplet: “Cos somebody put the hurt in you for everyone to see, and you only have to speak to tell your fortune.”