Shamrock

Never was a finer breed than the steed that was Shamrock Plain to see by his conformation that he came from the finest stock Daddy was a black mammoth jack, mama was a thoroughbred mare Had four white feet, wore a buckskin coat, wore a mohawk in his hair Stood about 19 hands, didn't need no kick to go Old Dood up top, deep in the saddle hollerin' "Whoa, boy, whoa, whoa, boy, whoa" Only ever had one rider, anyone else was gettin' bucked 'Cross any kind of land through the rain and snow and muck Sure-footed as a billy goat with 33-inch ears Clog dance on a snake with his front two feet and give coyotes the rear Kick so hard, it sent them up and out of the stratosphere Make a coyote fly so far it wouldn't land 'til next year From the high top to the holler, no places Sham can't go Old Dood up top, deep in the saddle hollerin' "Whoa, boy, whoa, whoa, boy, whoa" Ain't scared to cross 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, he'll bite right through a bit Rope bridle made of moorin' line was the only thing that fit Hot on the bandit's trail, fence postin' through the snow Old Dood up top, high in the saddle hollerin' "Go boy go, go boy go" "Go boy go, go boy go"