Shamrock Chords & Lyrics Artist: Sturgill Simpson

VERSE 1
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Never was a finer breed than the steed that was Shamrock
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Plain to see by his conformation that he came from finest stock
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Daddy was a black mammoth jack, Mamma was a thoroughbred mare
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Had four white feet wore a buckskin coat, wore a mohawk in his hair
 
 
CHORUS
 C                                  G
Stood about nineteen hands, didn't need no kick to go
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Old Dood up top, deep in the saddle hollerin'
            G
Woah woah woah, woah woah woah
 
 
VERSE 2
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Only ever had one rider, anyone else was gettin' bucked
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Cross any kind of land, through the rain and snow and muck
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Sure footed as a billy goat with thirty-three inch ears
 
Clog dance on a snake with his front two feet and give coyotes the rear
  C                               G
Kick so hard it sent them up and out the stratosphere
                                       D              G
Make a coyote fly so far it wouldn't land until nеxt year
 
 
CHORUS
            C                      G
From the hightop to the hollеr, no places Sham can't go
                                           D
Old Dood up top, deep in the saddle hollerin'
             G
Woah woah woah, Woah woah woah
 
 
VERSE 3
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Ain't scared to cross that river, jump clear across that crik
                                    D                   G
Steed don't need no shoes when his hooves is one foot thick
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Leather and tack can't hold him back and he'll bite right through a bit
                                            D              G
Rope bridle made of mooring line was the only thing that fit
 
 
CHORUS
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Hot on the bandit's trail, fence postin' through the snow
                                            D
Old Dood up top, high in the saddle hollerin'
       G
Go boy go, go boy go
 
Go boy go, go boy go