Matthew Good - Buffalo Seven lyrics

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