- Lyrics to a song I’m working on. Had to be so careful not to use names of real people buried in Kansas. There is no Richard Dawkins buried in Kansas nor Henry Joe Dixon. Linda Sue Dixon is the title of a 1968 song by the Detroit Wheels, appropriately titled “Linda Sue Dixon.” It was banned from being played on radio stations because of the initials (LSD). I didn’t know that at the time and really liked the tune. Hopefully, I have this all put together in a couple of weeks 🙂
Some residents claim that a ghost
Still walks the streets of Longton,
And I’m not one to dispute,
Whether these folks are right or wrong.
*****
The story goes, that a young bride
Was made to cry one snowy Christmas,
When her husband suddenly left town,
With some floozy from north of Memphis.
Ummm
*****
Local residents tried their best
But failed to console Lynda Sue Dixon.
The poor gal spent the rest of her life,
Downing bottles of what she called a prescription.
*****
Friends could only take so much of her dejection.
Relationships cannot survive without love and affection.
Miss Lynda couldn’t make it through a single day,
Without that wine and pill affliction.
Ummm
*****
They say a broken heart’s the hardest part to heal.
Some become hard and lifeless, no matter how they feel.
Like Humpty Dumpty, shattered beyond repair.
Loneliness and distrust can turn into total despair.
*****
Miss Lynda Sue passed away
On a dark, cold January day.
In the year 1909,
When the Independence Express was runnin’ late.
*****
She was laid to rest
In a cemetery next to an unknown grave.
That unmarked hole filled with bones,
Scattered in total disarray.
*****
They say late at night,
This ghost has been spotted sobbing.
Strolling down Main Street.
Past businesses no longer thriving.
*****
Trying to find some solace,
from a false story created by gossip.
The truth of it being,
that the ghost is Richard Dawkins.
Ummm
*****
What Longton gadflies didn’t know,
about young Henry Joe Dixon.
Was that the man never left town,
in the arms of a promiscuous vixen.
*****
He unexpectedly died,
Cutting a Christmas tree for his wife.
Accidentally shot and then buried,
by Dawkins, who had a secret to carry.
*****
Henry’s Dixon’s bleached white bones,
Were eventually found just outside of town.
Taken to an unmarked grave.
They rest in black fertile ground.
*****
Although Sue didn’t know at this time
She found truth in the afterlife.
The moral of this song now being.
False testimony is far-far-reaching.
Amen
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