Back about eighteen and twenty-five I left Tennessee very much alive I never would've made it through the Arkansas mud If I hadn't been riding on the 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 the Tennessee Stud | |The Tennessee Stud was long and lean | |The color of the sun and his eyes were green |A |He had the nerve and he had the blood | |There never was a horse like Tennessee Stud Drifted on down into no man's land Across the river called the Rio Grande Raced my horse with the Spaniard's foe Til 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 {chorus} I rode right back across Arkansas I whupped her brother and I whupped her Pa I found that girl with the golden hair She was riding on a Tennessee Mare Pretty little baby on the cabin floor Little horse colt playing round the door I loved the girl with the golden hair And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare {chorus} Enjoy!