Back about 18 and 25, I left Tennessee very much alive, I never would have made it throughthe Arkansas mud if I hadn't been riding on a Tennessee stud.Had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa, one of her brothers was a bad outlaw.I wrote a letter to my Uncle Fudd, and I rode away on a 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, there never was a horse like the Tennessee stud.Drifted on down into no man's land, across the river called the Rio Grande.Raced my horse with a Spaniard's foal, till I got me a skin full of silver and gold.Me and the gambler we couldn't agree, we got in a fight over Tennessee.Pulled our guns and he fell with a thud, and I rode away on a 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, there never was a horse like the Tennessee stud.I rode right back across Arkansas, I whipped her brother and I whipped her foal.I found that girl with the golden hair, she was riding on a Tennessee mare.I heard a little baby on the cabin floor, a little horse cold playing round the door.I loved the girl with the golden hair, and the Tennessee stud loves a 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, there never was a horse like the Tennessee stud.