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.
Come all ye young cowboys and listen to me. And don't waste your life on that ol' hanging tree. And don't think that size ever makes man small. You find out it's nothing at all.
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.
Well, I went down to Nashville. In 1973. And they won't nobody in Music City. Wanted anything to do with me. . They said, ?Boy you sure dress funny. And you just don't fit our crowd.
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.
I traced my footprints through the sands of yesterday. Back the way I came I was returning. And then I saw me standing just across the river. Just across the bridge that I?d left burning.