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