Revenge of the Haints

It was the summer of 1989 when my sweet Fancy disappeared up that old dirt road, never to be seen again. Since then it's been cheap whiskey and cheaper women as I try to heal this here broken heart...but on nights like tonight when the moon is full and the bugs is buzzing sweet nothings in my ear, I remember that sweet little 19 year old ass, and how she could suck the chrome off a trailer hitch...iffin you git ma'meaning. Now I gots me the itch, I gots the hunger...I needs me a womern. While I'm gittin loved up down by them beaver swamps though, the memories start flooding back, and something a little darker. Cain't you just taste it on the wind? It's the mud of my murky past come back to haint me!