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Way down south in a Cain-Tuck town, where all of the stubblefields grow
One boy did rise with the devil in his eyes whose heart was dark as West Field coal,
heart was dark as West Field coal.
Roderick Ferrell and the Wendorf girl knelt down upon a darkened grave.

He drew his dagger down and the red ran to the ground
and they licked along the bloody blade, licked along the bloody blade
Blood-red blood on the blue, bluegrass
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’ in the night down to F.L.A. to bid her folks a foul farewell.
With his clawhammer high he drew their spirits night
and danced amidst the crimson spray, danced amidst the crimson spray.

Blood-red blood on the blue, bluegrass
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 did lead him his to his end
but bloody fields blossom blue in time, bloody fields blossom blue in time.

Blood-red blood on the blue, bluegrass
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
Yes, it took another poor boy down.

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