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-ridin’ on the Tennessee Stud
I had some trouble with my sweetheart’s pa and one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd And 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 that river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with the 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

I got just as lonesome as a man can be dreamin’ of my girl in Tennessee
The Tennessee Stud’s green eyes turned blue ’cause he was dreamin’ of a 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 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 then we forded the flood on the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud
A pretty little baby on the cabin floor a little hoss colt playing ’round the door
I love that girl with the golden hair and the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare

[1] Along about eighteen twenty-five I [^b7] left Tennessee very much alive
[1] I never would have got through the Arkansas mud If I hadn’t been a-ridin’ on the [^b7] Tennessee [1] Stud
I had some trouble with my sweetheart’s pa and one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud

[1] The Tennessee Stud was [^b7] long and [1] lean the [4] color of the sun and his [^b3] eyes were [5] green
[1] He had the nerve and [^b7] he had the [1] blood and there never was a horse like the [^b7] Tennessee [1] Stud

We drifted on down into no man’s land we crossed that river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with the 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

I got just as lonesome as a man can be dreamin’ of my girl in Tennessee
The Tennessee Stud’s green eyes turned blue ’cause he was dreamin’ of a 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 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 then we forded the flood on the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud
A pretty little baby on the cabin floor a little hoss colt playing ’round the door
I love that girl with the golden hair and the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare