Tonight I dreamt we found a fair of wonders. Where the future and the past cannot contain. We were greeted by a spell that took us under. And laid down in a field that revelades.
Well, down in Mississippi, there's a little bitty town. And there ain't much happens 'till the sun goes down. Then all the people come from miles around.
From a town in Louisiana on the wrong side of the tracks. Came a rowdy ragin' Cajun by the name of Rupernac. He was harder than a hickory long and thinner than a rail.