Way down south in a Kentuck' town
Where all of the stubble fields grow
One boy did rise with the devil in his eyes
Whose heart was dark as Westfield coal
Heart was dark as Westfield 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, 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' in the night down to F-L-A
To bid her folks a foul farewell
With his claw hammer high
he drew their spirits nigh
And danced amidst the crimson spray
Danced amidst the crimson spray

Blood-red blood on the 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 trail 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, 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
Yes, it took another poor boy down