Along about eighteen and twenty-five
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I left Tennessee very much alive
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I never would have got through the Arkansas mud
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If I hadn't been a-ridin on the Tennessee stud
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I had some trouble with my sweetheart's pa
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One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
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I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud
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And I rode away on the Tennessee stud
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CHORUS:
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The Tennessee stud was long and lean
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The color of the sun and his eyes were green
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He had the nerve and he had the blood
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And there never was a hoss like the Tennessee stud
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One day I was ridin' in the beautiful land
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And ran smack into an Indian band
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They jerked their knives with a whoop and a yell
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But I rode away like a bat out of hell
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Well I circled their camp for a time or two
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And showed what a Tennessee hoss could do
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And them redskin boys never got my blood
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'Cause I was a-ridin' on the Tennessee stud
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CHORUS
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We drifted on down into no man's land
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We crossed the river called the Rio Grande
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I raced my hoss with the Spaniards bold
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Till I got me a skin full of silver and gold
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Me and a gambler we couldn't agree
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We got in a fight over Tennessee
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We jerked our guns, he fell with a thud
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And I got away on the Tennessee stud
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CHORUS
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Well, I got as lonesome as a man can be
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Dreamin' of my girl in Tennessee
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The Tennessee stud's green eyes turned blue
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'Cause he was a-dneamin' of a sweetheart too
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We loped on back across Arkansas
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I whipped her brother and I whipped her pa
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I found that girl with the golden hair
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And she was ridin' on a Tennessee mare
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CHORUS
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Stirrup to stirrup and side by side
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We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
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We came to Big Muddy and we forded the flood
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On the Tennessee mare and the Tennessee stud
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Pretty little baby on the cabin floor
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Little hoss colt playin' 'round the door
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I love the girl with golden hair
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And the Tennessee stud loves the Tennessee mare
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Tennessee Stud
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