In the West Virginia hills there must be ten thousand stills
And they found the biggest one outside of Bluefield
A little peaceful country town nothing else for miles around
I saw whiskey run like water down through Bluefield
My trouble started on that Tuesday afternoon
The sheriff told me federal men will be here soon
He said we've come up with a plan to catch Bluefield's slickest man
And we will as sure as I'm the sheriff of Bluefield
On that Wednesday I had ninety jars to cap
didn't think they'd had the time to set the trap
In the brush I heard a sound and I swiftly hit the ground
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Not a soul suspected me I was the sheriff's deputy
I'll make whiskey but God knows I'd never kill
I didn't know he was that close when I let my shotgun go
But I found I killed my friend the sheriff of Bluefield
I recall how my mama and my girl friend cried
When they left with me for Roanoke for the trial
it's my last night in this cell the last story I will tell
As I sit on death row dreamin' about Bluefield,
Bluefield, Bluefield, oh Bluefield