It was as open and shut as anything I had seen.
He was a pillar of town, his reputation was clean.
It was right before Easter, in the first week of spring.
He didn't show up for service that Wednesday night,
the congregation knew something weren't right.
Blood on the bed when they opened the door,
the preacher was dead on the bedroom floor.
And everyone knew there had to be some outside thing that made this happen,
'cause they seemed like the perfect family.
He'd been shot in the back the day before he was found,
his wife and three kids were nowhere around.
An Amber Alert was issued in town.
Everyone was shocked at the scene of the crime,
she'd taken the kids across two state lines.
They found her in Orange Beach with the kids in the car.
They sent her back to Selmer to await her trial for first degree murder.
Was she crazy or just plain old mean to have gone and done it?
She said she heard the bang, was afraid he'd be mad, and made a run for it.
Said they were having a fight and the gun was a bluff.
She didn't pull the trigger, it just went off.
She said that he berated her about everything,
made her do things that made her feel so ashamed.
Nobody in church would ever suspect
he made her dress up slutty before they had sex.
In the courtroom that day there was an audible gasp;
what they put on display the locals couldn't quite grasp...
There was an audible gasp in the courtroom that day,
when the defense pulled out and displayed
them high-heeled shoes and that wig he made her wear.
Reduced her charge to voluntary manslaughter.
And I ain't judging either way, but she's already out of jail.
It was them high-heeled shoes and that wig he made her wear.