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 Spud And

I rode away on the Tennessee Stud

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 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



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 was never a horse like the Tennessee Stud



I rode right back across Arkansas

I whipped her brother and

I whipped 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



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 was never a horse like the Tennessee Stud