Ol' Dood, Pt. 1

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 Martin Meylin 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 heed Any man that crossed him was surely gonna bleed And he'd stretch you up and burn you for callin' him half-breed Left the varnish off his words, feared no beast nor man Didn't want to end up in his debt 'cause it'd damn sure get paid He was harder than the nails hammerеd Jesus' hands He was the onе they called Dood Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden Wore a size 17 ring, had hands like a bear And if he got 'em on ya, he's takin' 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 warrin' daddy with a gun gleam in his eyes 'Til he found him a good woman, calm down the rage He built a home from the land with the hands the Good Lord gave him Then old 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 nor man And if either came upon him they'd damn sure get slain 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