“According to public records, he lived next door to the bar.
“He just snapped”
Maybe they played Achy Breaky Heart one too many times on the jukebox.
Yup! There’s your first clue.
My brother-in-law would plug his ears and hide his head when a band started playing a song about his birth place. He HATED that song.
“I’M PROWD TO BEE AN OKI-E-E FROM MUS-KOGE-E-E-E!”
His mom’s water broke on a trip to Tulsa from Dallas in that town.
When I was a DJ at a Country Music radio station, I would have to get up and walk out of the studio when I got a request to play Achy Breaky Heart, which was several times a day.