Lyrics: Sturgill Simpson
Producer: David Ferguson/Sturgill Simpson
Music: Sturgill Simpson
Never was a finer breed than the steed that was Shamrock
Plain to see by his conformation that he came from the finest stock
Daddy was a black mammoth jack, mama was a thoroughbred mare
Had four white feet, wore a buckskin coat, wore a mohawk in his hair
Stood about 19 hands, didn't need no kick to go
Old Dood up top, deep in the saddle hollerin'
"Whoa, boy, whoa, whoa, boy, whoa"
Only ever had one rider, anyone else was gettin' bucked
'Cross any kind of land through the rain and snow and muck
Sure-footed as a billy goat with 33-inch ears
Clog dance on a snake with his front two feet and give coyotes the rear
Kick so hard, it sent them up and out of the stratosphere
Make a coyote fly so far it wouldn't land 'til next year
From the high top to the holler, no places Sham can't go
Old Dood up top, deep in the saddle hollerin'
"Whoa, boy, whoa, whoa, boy, whoa"
Ain't scared to cross 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, he'll bite right through a bit
Rope bridle made of moorin' line was the only thing that fit
Hot on the bandit's trail, fence postin' through the snow
Old Dood up top, high in the saddle hollerin'
"Go boy go, go boy go"
"Go boy go, go boy go"
Audio Engineer: Richard Dodd
Vocals: Sturgill Simpson