Ol' Dood (Part II)

He found Seamus sitting in a bottle
Perched on a bay
Dood figured that he was about
Three hundred yards away
Seamus didn't know that he was deadly as can be
Thought he was out of range from 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
The shot was true as David's rock
And it found its 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 maiden

Well ol' Dood walked down the holler
To go inspect his man
He found Seamus playing possum
Knife ready in his hand
But ol' Dood saw it coming
Beat him to the draw
Moonlight bouncing off that tomahawk
Was the last thing old Seamus ever saw

Left the varnish off his words
Feared no beast, no man
Didn't want to end up in his debt
'Cause he'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
Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden