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