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