When he woke up, he saw the faces
Of the mighty Cherokee
They'd found Shamrock and him passed out together
Underneath the forest canopy

Saw his tomahawk and skins
And they knew he was Shawnee
To see the chief, they now must go
One and all, that did agree

The old man stared into his soul
Though he was blind as he could be
Said "If you're looking for your woman
It is here you shall find she"

Said old man McClure traded her for horses
On which he used, so he could flee
Dood says she wasn't his to trade
He stole her away, then he shot me
Then the old man whispered something
Her you now must go and see

When she saw him, she cried tears of joy
And he saw the swollen eyes, blue as sea
She didn't need no eyes to knows
He was hers, and she belongs to he
He said "I'm sorry for your troubles
She must go back home with thee"
Said "Get your mule, and wave us home"
Said "You both now may go in peace"

So Dood climbed back up on ol' Shamrock
He and Juanita went home happily

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