Way down south in that Ken-Tuck town
Where all of the stubble fields grow
One boy did rise with the devil in his eyes
His heart was dark as Westfield coal
Yes, his heart was dark as Westfield coal
Roderick Farrell and that Wyndorf girl
Knelt down upon that darkened grave
They drew the dagger down
And the red ran to the ground
And they licked that bloody blade
Yes, they licked along that bloody
Bright red blood on that blue, blue grass
Cries from hallowed hunting ground
Was the midnight curse of that bloody black patch
That took another poor boy down
Yes, it took another poor boy down
Riding through the night down to FLA
To bid her folks a foul farewell
With that claw hammer high
They drew the spirits nigh
And danced amidst the crimson spray
Yes, they danced amidst that crimson...
Bright red blood on that blue, blue grass
Cries from hallowed hunting ground
Was the midnight curse of that bloody black patch
That took another poor boy down
Yes, it took another poor boy down
Take heed, all ye motherless children, so lost
Dwell not in the caves of your mind
Roderick Ferrell's trail of sin is gonna lead him to his end
Bloody Fields blossom blue in time
Bloody fields will blossom blue in...
Bright red blood on that blue, blue grass
Cries from hallowed hunting ground
Was the midnight curse of that bloody black patch
That took another poor boy down
Yes, it took another poor boy down
