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"