Blue Field Lyrics by Stonewall Jackson

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 nothing 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

When I shot and sent ‘em runnin' back to Blue Field

Not a soul suspected me I was the sheriff's deputy

I 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 Momma 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 would tell

And I sit on death row dreamin' about Blue Field

Blue Field Blue Field oh Blue Field

[Thanks to jedcook2007, davecarp for correcting these lyrics]