Shamrock chords by Sturgill Simpson

Tuning: Standard (E A D G B E)

🎸 Verse 1:
G
Never was a finer breed than the steed that was Shamrock
                                          D                G
Plain to see by his conformation that he came from finest stock
                                         D                G
Daddy was a black mammoth jack, Mamma was a thoroughbred mare
                                                      D          G
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
                                          D
Old Dood up top, deep in the saddle hollerin'
            G
Woah woah woah, woah woah woah

🎸 Verse 2:
  G                               D                 G
Only ever had one rider, anyone else was gettin' bucked
                                      D                G
Cross any kind of land, through the rain and snow and muck
                                   D                 G
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:
G                                        D                 G
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
                                               D                      G
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:
C                                 G
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