Ol' Dood, Pt. 1

One and all have heard the stories and eyewitness had been sworn

About a man born in Hard Burly back in June of '29

Must've got that Martin Meylin muzzle the 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 an monster of a mule, was a mighty fine steed

Sham, and Sam, that tomahawk, and that Flintlocks all he need

Finding food and finding trouble and always takin' heed

And 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 wanna end up in his debt 'cause it'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 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 and 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 eye

Till he found him a good woman that calmed down the rage

He built a home from the land with the hands good Lord gave him

And ol' Dood got his own food

Had no need for the scrip that ol' 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 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