Blood on the Bluegrass

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