C Am In the West Virginia hills there must be ten thousand stillsG7 F C And they found the biggest one outside of Blue FieldAm A little peaceful country town nothin' else for miles aroundG7 F C I saw whiskey run like water down through Blue FieldF G7 C My trouble started on that Tuesday afternoonF G7 C The sheriff told me federal men will be here soonF G7 C Am He said we've come up with a plan to catch Blue Field's slickest manG7 F C And we will as sure as I'm the sheriff of Blue FieldF G7 C On a Wednesday I had ninety jars to capF G7 C Didn't think they'd had the time to set the trapF G7 C Am In the brush I heard a sound and I swiftly hit the groundG7 F C One live shot might send ‘em runnin' back to Blue FieldAm Not a soul suspected me I was the sheriff's deputyG7 F C I'll make whiskey but God knows I'd never killedAm I didn't know he was that close when I let my shotgun goG7 F C But I found I killed my friend the sheriff of Blue FieldF G7 C I recall how my mama and my girlfriend criedF G7 C When they left with me for Roanoke for the trialF G7 C Am It's my last night in this cell the last story I will tellG7 F C While I sit on death row dreamin' about Blue FieldAm G7 C Blue Field Blue Field oh Blue Field
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