Tennessee Stud

 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 colour of the sun and his eyes were green

 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

 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

 We pulled our guns and he fell with a thud

 And I rode away on a Tennessee Stud

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 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

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