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Along about 1825 I left Tennessee very much alive
And I never would have made it through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been riding on the Tennessee Stud
Had a little trouble with my sweetheart's pa
One of her brothers was about outlawed
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee Stud was long and lean, the color of the sun
And his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And the never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed that river called Rio Grande
I raced my horse with the Spaniards full
Till I got me a skin full of silver and gold
Now me and the gambler we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
We jerked our guns and he fell with a thud
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee Stud was long and lean, the color of the sun
And his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And the never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee Stud
We loped on back across Arkansas
I whooped her brother and I whooped her pa
When I found that girl with the golden hair
She was riding that Tennessee mare
Now there's a little baby on the cabin floor
A little horse called laying out the door
I loved that girl with the golden hair
And the Tennessee Stud was the Tennessee mare
The Tennessee Stud was long and lean, the color of the sun
And his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And the never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee Stud