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 bornThings 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