Ol' Dood (Part I)

One and all had heard the stories And our witness had been sworn 'Bout a man born in Hardburly back in June of '29 Must have got that Marlin-Mahlon muzzle day he was born Things he could do with that rifle Blow the balls off a bat Reload, and shoot it one more time Had a monster of a mule, was a mighty fine steed Sham, and Sam, a tomahawk, and that flintlock's all he need Finding food, and finding trouble, and always taking heat Any man who crossed him was surely gonna bleed And he'd stretch you up and burn you For calling him half-breed Left the varnish off his words Feared no beast, no man Didn't want to end up in his debt 'Cause he'd damn sure get paid He was harder than the nails hammered Jesus' hands He was the one they called Dood Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden Wore a size seventeen ring, had hands like a bear And if he got 'em on you, he's taking that top hair His grandfather taught him how to hunt, how to live off the land Taught him how to take a scalp when you kill a man He was a deadly warring daddy with the gun gleam in his eye 'Til he found him a good woman, calmed down the rage He built a home from the land With the hands the good lord gave him And ol' Dood got his own food Had no need for the 'scrip That old coal company paid Left the varnish off his words Feared no beast, no man And if either came upon him They'd damn sure get slayed He was harder than the nails hammered Jesus' hands He was the one they called Dood Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden --- Ol' Dood (Part I) - Sturgill Simpson