Rastus Russell Adrienne Young / Mark D. Sanders It was down in a grove off Curlew Creek Mr. Brown went out on her porch to sweep Was the Sabbath Day, late July The day Mrs. Brown was bound to die Was rumor goin' round about money hid Not many believed it but Rastus did All he had in his hand was a Barlow knife Yeah that's what he used to take the first two lives They found the Browns tied to their bed When the Crumbs drove up The Browns were dead Old Rastus said hello with a loaded shotgun Never gave the Crumbs a chance to turn and run Rastus Russell born of bad blood Raised on misery, murder, and mud Only good thing in this whole song Is Rastus Russell is a dead and gone Well Sheriff Ted Tucker saw the mob on the street Radioed every cop on the beat Said no warnings given no questions asked Just find this Rastus and find him fast The hounds led 'em down to the old causeway Found him fishing in Dunedin Bay Took three strong men to reel him in And a fourth to finally put the cuffs on him Rastus Russell born of bad blood Raised on misery, murder, and mud Only good thing in this whole song Is Rastus Russell is a dead and gone Nobody'd every broke out of that Clearwater jail Oh but Rastus did and left a bloody trail There were red hand prints on a stolen truck Yeah Rastus was runnin' out of luck Some kind won't stop at anything He was diggin' up his mama for her diamond ring In the graveyard there they laid him love And that's a fittin' end to this trail of woe Rastus Russell born of bad blood Raised on misery, murder, and mud Only good thing in this whole song Is Rastus Russell is a dead and gone