One, two...Along about 1825 I left Tennessee very much aliveAnd I never would have made it through the Arkansas mudIf I hadn't been riding on the Tennessee StudHad a little trouble with my sweetheart's paOne of her brothers was about outlawedI sent her a letter by my Uncle FuddAnd I rode away on the Tennessee StudThe Tennessee Stud was long and lean, the color of the sunAnd his eyes were greenHe had the nerve and he had the bloodAnd the never was a horse like the Tennessee StudWe drifted on down into no man's landWe crossed that river called Rio GrandeI raced my horse with the Spaniards fullTill I got me a skin full of silver and goldNow me and the gambler we couldn't agreeWe got in a fight over TennesseeWe jerked our guns and he fell with a thudAnd I rode away on the Tennessee StudThe Tennessee Stud was long and lean, the color of the sunAnd his eyes were greenHe had the nerve and he had the bloodAnd the never was a horse like the Tennessee StudThe Tennessee StudThe Tennessee StudThe Tennessee StudWe loped on back across ArkansasI whooped her brother and I whooped her paWhen I found that girl with the golden hairShe was riding that Tennessee mareNow there's a little baby on the cabin floorA little horse called laying out the doorI loved that girl with the golden hairAnd the Tennessee Stud was the Tennessee mareThe Tennessee Stud was long and lean, the color of the sunAnd his eyes were greenHe had the nerve and he had the bloodAnd the never was a horse like the Tennessee StudThe Tennessee Stud