Shamrock

Never was a finer breed than the steed who was Shamrock Plain to see by his confirmation That he came from finest stock Daddy was a black mammoth jack Mama was a thoroughbred mare Had four white feet on a buckskin coat Blonde mohawk in his hair Stood about nineteen hands Didn't need no kick to go With ol' Dood up top Deep in the saddle Hollering "Whoa boy, whoa" "Whoa boy, whoa" Only ever had one rider Anyone else was getting bucked Cross any kind of land Through the rain, and snow, and muck Sure footed as a billy goat With thirty-three inch ears Clog dance on a snake with his front two feet And give the coyotes the rear Kick so hard it'd send 'em up And out the stratosphere Make a coyotes fly so far It wouldn't land until next year From the hightop to the holler No-place that Sham can't go With ol' Dood up top Deep in the saddle Hollering "Whoa boy, whoa" "Whoa boy, whoa" Ain't scared to jump that river Jump clear across that creek Steed don't need no shoes When his hooves is one foot thick Leather and tack can't hold him back And he'll bite right through the bit Rope bridle made of boring line Was the only thing that fit Hot on the bandits trail Fence posting through the snow Ol' Dood up top High in the saddle Hollering "Go boy, go" "Go boy, go" "Go boy, go" "Go boy, go" --- Shamrock - Sturgill Simpson