Lyrics:

One and all had heard the stories, an eyewitness had been sworn
'Bout a man born in Hardburly back in June of twenty-nine
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 th? nails hammered Jesus' hands
H? was the one they called Dood
Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden

Wore a size seventeen 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
Till 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