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