One and all have heard the stories and eyewitness had been sworn About a man born in Hard Burly back in June of '29 Must've got that Martin Meylin muzzle the 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 an monster of a mule, was a mighty fine steed Sham, and Sam, that tomahawk, and that Flintlocks all he need Finding food and finding trouble and always takin' heed And 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 wanna end up in his debt 'cause it'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 Wore a size 17 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 and 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 eye Till he found him a good woman that calmed down the rage He built a home from the land with the hands good Lord gave him And ol' Dood got his own food Had no need for the scrip that ol' 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 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 Son of a mountain miner and a Shawnee maiden