Shamrock

作曲 : Sturgill Simpson

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"