Imagine going on a road trip to New Orleans. Not a care in the world, the kids are singing off key to your old songs, the wife looking right and it's just all around perfect. Splendid even
Oh darn, you ran out of gas and you end up making a turn to BuckfawkVille, Alabama. The population is 200 and 201 on a good Friday. A long of broken down homes, woods and stray dogs roaming these backwoods. You start panicking but God is on the side. Your wife clutches your hand in a supportive way as a black woman should. The kids hearts are racing and resembles the scene from Jurassic Park where the T Rex broke out.
Where is this nearby gas station? You wonder as the streets become dark and foggy. Nothing in sight, no life forms, except the stray dogs and rust belt resembling timber weeds.
You suddenly see a light flash and a familiar noise. In your mind, you are going OH shyt! While your mouth utters "oh poop". Christian man you are, a god fearing man you must. As the only person that shall see this potential incident through, as the lights flash, a stranger occurs, and a whistle to this very song that's charting the boards.
Imagine this song being the final thing you hear before being vanished from reality, as the family and you become another folklore of a hidden truth within this country.