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Never was a finer breed than the steed who was Shamrock Plain to see by his confirmation that he came from finest stock Daddy was black mammoth jack, mama was a thoroughbred mare Had four white feet on a buckskin coat, blonde mohawk in his hair Stood about 19 hands, didn't need no kick to go With ol' Dood up top, deep in the saddle, hollering Whoa, boy, whoa Whoa, boy, whoa Only ever had one rider, anyone else was gettin' bucked Cross any kind of land, through the rain, snow, and muck Surefooted as a billy goat, with 33 inch ears Clog dance on a snake with his front two feet, give coyotes the rear Kick so hard it'll send 'em up and out the stratosphere Make a coyote fly so far, it wouldn't land until next year From the hightop to the holler, no place Sham can't go With ol' Dood up top, deep in the saddle, hollering Whoa, boy, whoa Whoa, boy, whoa Ain't scared to cross that river, jump clear across that crick 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 mooring line was the only thing that'd fit Hot on the bandits trail, fence posting through the snow Ol' Dood up top, high in the saddle, hollering Letras de cancionesGo, boy, go Go, boy, go Go, boy, go Go, boy, go From Letras Mania