Devereaux Run (3:47)
Devereaux Birchfield, High Sheriff of Cherokee County
Six foot three, two-hundred pounds of muscle and mean
The only thing he loved more than settling old scores,
Hot coffee, and Miss Becky’s chicken pie
Was heading out the door, trying to catch one more
Moonshiner on the run tonight
The Mostellar boys hid their still high up in Cherokee County
Two low-down, dirty, lying, liver-wrecking SOB’s
The only thing they hated more than spilled liquor on the floor
And the exes they left back in Tennessee
Was the lawman on the hill looking for their still
Filled with poison rotgut whiskey
Run Devereaux, run, while the night is young
Still time to get it done
Run Devereaux, run, grab that old shotgun
Before the morning sun, Devereax run
Word trickled down from the hills of Cherokee County
The Mostellar boys had a still above Vengeance Creek
“If I get there today and do things Devereaux’s way,
Those boys won’t have a chance to stand and fight.
When I catch them by surprise, they won’t believe their eyes
I’ll have them in a cell tonight.”
Hidden on a hill in the grapevines of Cherokee County
Devereaux waited on the boys, and he didn’t wait long
Those boys were so sure of themselves as they joked
And laughed as they loaded up the truck
As the buckshot passed from a double-barrel blast
Those boys knew they had just run out of luck
Run Devereaux, run, while the night is young
Still time to get it done
Run Devereaux, run, grab that old shotgun
Before the morning sun, Devereax ru