| He found Seumas sitting in a bottom perched upon a bay
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| Dood figured that he was about three hundred yards away
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| But Saemus didn’t know that he was deadly as can be
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| Thought he was out of range of that rifle from Cantuckee
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| Dood laid that old long rifle right across a fallen tree
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| Took moonlight sight on Seumas let that iron ball fly free
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| His shot was true as David’s rock and it found its mark for sure
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| Knocked him flying from his horse the one they call McClure
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| Left the varnish off his words, feared no beast nor man
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| And if either came upon him they’d damn sure get slayed
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| He was harder than the nails hammered Jesus' hands
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| He was the one they called Dood
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| Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden
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| Ol' Dood walked down the holler to go inspect his man
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| He found Seumas playing possum knife ready in his hand
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| But Ol' Dood saw it coming, beat him to the draw
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| Moon went bouncing off that tomahawk is the last thing ol' Seumas ever saw
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| He left the varnish off his words, feared no beast nor man
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| Didn’t wanna end up in his debt, 'cause it’d damn sure get paid
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| He was harder than the nails hammered Jesus' hands
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| He was the one they called Dood
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| Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden
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| Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden |