Written by Stonewall Jackson
C Am In the West Virginia hills there must be ten thousand stills G7 F C And they found the biggest one outside of Blue Field Am A little peaceful country town nothin' else for miles around G7 F C I saw whiskey run like water down through Blue Field F G7 C My trouble started on that Tuesday afternoon F G7 C The sheriff told me federal men will be here soon F G7 C Am He said we've come up with a plan to catch Blue Field's slickest man G7 F C And we will as sure as I'm the sheriff of Blue Field F G7 C On a Wednesday I had ninety jars to cap F G7 C Didn't think they'd had the time to set the trap F G7 C Am In the brush I heard a sound and I swiftly hit the ground G7 F C One live shot might send ‘em runnin' back to Blue Field Am Not a soul suspected me I was the sheriff's deputy G7 F C I'll make whiskey but God knows I'd never killed Am I didn't know he was that close when I let my shotgun go G7 F C But I found I killed my friend the sheriff of Blue Field F G7 C I recall how my mama and my girlfriend cried F G7 C When they left with me for Roanoke for the trial F G7 C Am It's my last night in this cell the last story I will tell G7 F C While I sit on death row dreamin' about Blue Field Am G7 C Blue Field Blue Field oh Blue Field