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Tennessee Stud
(Jimmie Driftwood)

Along about eighteen twenty five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have got through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a-riding on the Tennessee Stud

I had a little trouble with my sweetheart's pa
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
Then I rode away on the 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
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee stud.

We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed the river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with a Spaniard's foal
Til 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 and he fell with a thud
And I got away on the Tennessee Stud

Well I got as lonesome as a man can be
Dreaming of my girl in Tennessee
The Tennessee Stud's green eyes turned blue
'cause he was a-dreaming of his sweetheart too.

We loped right back across Arkansas
I whupped her brother and I whupped her pa
I found that girl with the golden hair
And she was a-riding on the Tennessee Mare


Stirrup to stirrup and side by side
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy, and we forded the flood
On the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud

Pretty little baby on the cabin floor
A little horse colt playing round the door
I love that girl with the golden hair
And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare



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