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Back about 1825 I left Tennessee very much alive |
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I never would've got through the Arkansas mud |
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If I hadn't been a ridin' on the Tennessee Stud |
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I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa |
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One of his brothers was a bad outlaw |
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I send her a letter by my Uncle Fudd |
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And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud |
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The Tennesee Stud was long and lean |
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The color of the sun and his eyes were green |
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He had the nerve and he had the blood |
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And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud |
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We drifted on down onto no man's land |
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We crossed the river called the Rio Grande |
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I raced my horse with a Spaiard foal |
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'Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold |
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Me and a gambler we couldn't agree |
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We got in a fight over Tennessee |
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We jerked our guns and he fell with a thud |
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And I got away on the Tennessee Stud |
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Well I got just as lonesome as a man can be |
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Dreaming of my girl in Tennessee |
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The Tennessee Stud's green eyes turned blue |
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Cause he was dreaming of his sweetheart, too |
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We loped right back across Arkansas |
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I whipped her brother and whipped her pa |
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I found that girl with the golden hair |
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And she was a riding on the Tennessee Mare |
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The Tennesee Stud was long and lean |
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The color of the sun and his eyes were green |
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He had the nerve and he had the blood |
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And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud |
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Stirrup to stirrup and side by side |
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We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide |
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We came to Big Muddy and we forded the flood |
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And the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud |
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A pretty little baby and the cabin floor |
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A little horse cold playin' round the door |
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And I love the girl with the golden hair |
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And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare |
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The Tennesee Stud was long and lean |
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The color of the sun and his eyes were green |
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He had the nerve and he had the blood |
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And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud |
