Sturgill Simpson - Ol Dood (Part II) Lyrics

He found Seamus sitting in a bottom perched on a Bay,
Dood figured that he was about three hundred yards away,
Seamus didn't know that he was as deadly as can be,
Thought he was out of range of that rifle from Kentucky,

Dood laid that old long rifle right across a fallen tree,
Took moonlight sight on Seamus, let that iron ball fly free,
That shot was true as David's rock, and it found it's mark for sure,
Knocked him flying from his horse, the one they call McClure,

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 maid,

Old Dood walked down the holler to go inspect his man,
He found Seamus playing possum, knife ready in his hand,
Old Dood saw it coming, beat him to the draw,
Moonlight bouncing off that tomahawk's the last thing Old Seamus ever saw,

Left the varnish off his words, feared no beast, no 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 maid,
Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maid.