REOPEN KENNEDY CASE

I was doing a search for Wesley Frazier and Dallas and found this interesting little ditty by the creator of the song "Elvira".

More than anything, his name caught my eye and a cursory look at Wikipedia revealed this song. (But why doesn't Wikipedia have a page on Buell Wesley Frazier??)

The Conspiracy of Homer Jones

by Dallas Frazier

Homer Jones was a man who loved his

Black-eyed peas and corn bread,

He loved to plow the earth

And go huntin' with all his hound dogs.

With a three-day gray beard on his face,

At the break of dawn he put his overalls on,

Throwed corn to the chickens, milked the cows,

And then fed the hogs.

He had a young wife who lived a dull life,

And a hired hand who was a handsome man,

And it didn't take long for them to love one another.

But it didn't take long for Homer Jones to become a bachelor

With jealousy in one eye and satisfaction in the other.

The wisdom of his neighbors had been self-ordained,

And Homer had them mumblin' in confusion every Monday,

'Cause Homer got his wagon out,

And then hitched up his favorite mule,

And always went to church with them on Sunday.

Then one day, the high sheriff came

And told Homer that there'd been many complaints

About the disappearance of the hired hand and Homer's missus.

With total confusion on the sheriff's face,

He took one last look at Homer's place,

And Homer just grinned and hummed,

And went about his business.

The things that the county thought they knew

Were the things they knew they couldn't prove,

And the gossipin' tongues of the curious grew much longer.

They kept a-lookin' for something they couldn't find,

'Cause the structure of their simple minds

Couldn't cope with the intellectual thoughts of Homer.

The wisdom of his neighbors had been self-ordained,

And Homer had them mumblin' in confusion every Monday,

'Cause Homer got his wagon out,

And then hitched up his favorite mule,

And always went to church with them on Sunday.

Homer Jones was a cautious man,

Superior to the inferior plan

Of findin' dirt on his hands from unrighteous labor.

Yesterday Sister May dropped by his place,

Lookin' for the answer on Homer's face,

But he scrambled her mind when he smiled and said,

"Howdy Neighbor."

But then, late at night when the ground was damp,

Old Homer would swing his kerosene lamp,

Makin' sure they could see and hear his revengeful laughter.

The hound dogs knew what Homer had done,

They howled and whined but couldn't tell no one,

Or show the congregation where to find what they was after.

The wisdom of his neighbors had been self-ordained,

And Homer had them mumblin' in confusion every Monday,

'Cause Homer got his wagon out,

And then hitched up his favorite mule,

And always went to church with them on Sunday.