Along about eighteen and twenty-five

I left Tennessee very much alive

I never would have got through the Arkansas mud

If I hadn't been a-ridin on the Tennessee stud



I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa

One of her brothers was a bad outlaw

I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud

And I rode away on the Tennessee stud



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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 there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud



One day I was ridin' in the beautiful land

And ran smack into an Indian band

They jerked their knives with a whoop and a yell

But I rode away like a bat out of hell



Well I circled their camp for a time or two

And showed what a Tennessee hoss could do

And them redskin boys never got my blood

'Cause I was a-ridin' on the Tennessee stud



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We drifted on down into no man's land

We crossed the river called the Rio Grande

I raced my hoss with the Spaniards bold

Till I got me a skin full of silver and gold



Me and a gambler we couldn't agree

We got in a fight over Tennessee

We jerked our guns, he fell with a thud

And I got away on the Tennessee stud



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Well, I got as lonesome as a man can be

Dreamin' of my girl in Tennessee

The Tennessee stud's green eyes turned blue

'Cause he was a-dneamin' of a sweetheart too



We loped on back across Arkansas

I whipped her brother and I whipped her pa

I found that girl with the golden hair

And she was ridin' on a Tennessee mare



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Stirrup to stirrup and side by side

We crossed the mou