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Along about eighteen twenty five I left Tennessee very much alive

I never would have forded the Arkansas mud

If I hadn't been a riding on the Tennessee Stud

I had a little trouble with my sweetheart's pa

And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw

I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd

Then I rode away on the Tennessee Stud

The Tennessee stud was long and lean mean

The color of the sun and his eyes were green

He had the nerve and he had the blood

And there never was a horse like the Tennessee stud



We drifted on down into no man's land

We crossed the river called the Rio Grande

I raced my horse with a Spaniard's foal

Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold

Me and a gambler we couldn't agree

We got in a fight over Tennessee

We jerked our guns and he fell with a thud

And I got away on the Tennessee Stud

Well I got just as lonesome as a man can be

Dreaming of my girl in Tennessee

The Tennessee Stud's green eyes turned blue

Cause he was a dreaming of his sweetheart too

We loped right back across Arkansas

I whupped her brother and I whupped her pa

When I found that girl with the golden hair

And she was a riding on the Tennessee Mare

The Tennessee stud was long...



Stirrup to stirrup and side by side

We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide

We came to Big Muddy then forded the flood

On the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud

Pretty little baby on the cabin floor

A little horse colt playing round the door

I love that girl with the golden hair

And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare

The Tennessee stud was long...