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