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
My trouble started on that
The sheriff told me federal
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
I didn't know he was that close
But I found I killed my friend
the sheriff of Blue Field
It's my last night in this cell
the last story I would tell
And I sit that road dreamin'
Blue Field Blue Field oh Blue Field