Blue Field

In the West Virginia hills there must be ten thousand stills And they found the biggest one outside of Blue Field A little peaceful country town nothin' else for miles around I saw whiskey run like water down through Blue Field My trouble started on that Tuesday afternoon The sheriff told me federal men will be here soon He said we've come up with a plan to catch Blue Field's slickest man And we will as sure as I'm the sheriff of Blue Field On a Wednesday I had ninety jars to cap Didn't think they'd had the time to set the trap In the brush I heard a sound and I swiftly hit the ground One live shot might send ‘em runnin' back to Blue Field Not a soul suspected me I was the sheriff's deputy I'll make whiskey but God knows I'd never killed I didn't know he was that close when I let my shotgun go But I found I killed my friend the sheriff of Blue Field I recall how my mama and my girlfriend cried When they left with me for Roanoke for the trial It's my last night in this cell the last story I will tell While I sit on death row dreamin' about Blue Field Blue Field Blue Field oh Blue Field