Cajuns goin' outta state
You Cajun boys better stay where you is at, I guarantee! Hoo-boy! Y'all get up dere in dem Arkansas hills an' you ain' never gone fine yo way home. I mean, cuz, dey ain' got no swamp and no self-respectin' shrimp'd be caught dead dat fur nawth. So what you gon eat, steak? Potatoes? You be done starve to death befo you get back. But if dat feller whut ask about Arkansas get to Branson over Tanksgivin,' he kin hear dem Gatlin' brothers 'cause dey is on de agenda. Hoo-boy! Dem Gatlin boys got some Cajun blood in 'em somewhere, I guarantee!