Blood on the Bluegrass

Way down south in that Ken-Tuck town

Where all of the Stubblefields grow

One boy did rise with the devil in his eyes

His heart was dark as Westfield coal

Heart was dark as Westfield coal

Roderick Ferrell and the Wendorf girl

Knelt down upon the darkened grave

He drew the dagger down and the red ran to the ground

And they licked along that bloody blade

Yes, they licked along the bloody blade

Bright red blood on that blue, blue grass

It cries from hallowed hunting ground

'Twas the midnight curse of that bloody black patch

That took another poor boy down

Took another poor boy down

Ridin' through the night down to F.L.A.

To bid her folks a foul farewell

With his clawhammer high he drew the spirits nigh

And danced amidst the crimson spray

Danced amidst the crimson spray

Bright red blood on that blue, blue grass

It cries from hallowed hunting ground

'Twas the midnight curse of that bloody black patch

That took another poor boy down

Took another poor boy down

Take heed all ye motherless children so lost

Dwell not in the caves of your mind

Roderick Ferrell's trails of sin is gonna lead him his to his end

Bloody fields will blossom blue in time

Bloody fields will blossom blue in time

Bright red blood on that blue, blue grass

It cries from hallowed hunting ground

'Twas the midnight curse of that bloody black patch

That took another poor boy down

Yes, it took another poor boy down