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

Copyright: Wixen Music Publishing
Writer(s): John Sturgill Simpson