Blue Field — текст песни (Stonewall Jackson)

In the West Virginia hills there must be ten thousand still
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 Thursday 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 that had the time to set a trap
In the brush I heard a sound and I swiftly hit the ground
What I shot and sent them 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 mama and my girl friend cried
When they locked me for oh no what a trial
It`s my last night in this cell the last story I would tell
And I sit that road dreamin` about Blue Field
Blue Field Blue Field oh Blue Field