Shamrock - Sturgill Simpson

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 black mammoth jack, mama was a thoroughbred mare

Had four white feet on a buckskin coat, blonde mohawk in his hair

Stood about 19 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 gettin' bucked

Cross any kind of land, through the rain, snow, and muck

Surefooted as a billy goat, with 33 inch ears

Clog dance on a snake with his front two feet, give coyotes the rear

Kick so hard it’ll send 'em up and out the stratosphere

Make a coyote fly so far, it wouldn’t land until next year

From the hightop to the holler, no place Sham can’t go

With ol' Dood up top, deep in the saddle, hollering

Whoa, boy, whoa

Whoa, boy, whoa

Ain’t scared to cross that river, jump clear across that crick

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 mooring line was the only thing that’d 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