Sturgill Simpson - Shamrock Lyrics

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"