Along about eighteen 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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And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw.
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I sent her a letter by my Uncle Bud,
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And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud.
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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 horse like the Tennessee Stud.
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One day I was riding in a beautiful land
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I run smack into an Indian band
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They jumped their nags with a whoop and a yell
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And away we rode like a bat out of hell.
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I circled their camp for a time or two,
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Just to show what a Tennessee horse can do.
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The redskin boys couldn't get my blood,
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'Cause I was a-riding on the Tennessee Stud.
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We drifted on down into no man's land,
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We crossed that river called the Rio Grande.
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I raced my horse with the Spaniard's foal
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'Til 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, and he fell with a thud,
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And I got away on the Tennessee Stud.
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I got just 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-dreamin' of a sweetheart, too,
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We loped right back across Arkansas;
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I whupped her brother and I whupped her pa.
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I found that girl with the golden hair,
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And she was a-riding on the Tennessee Mare.
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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, then we forded the flood
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On the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud.
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A pretty little baby on the cabin floor,
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A little horse colt playing 'round the door,
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I love that girl with the golden hair,
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And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare.
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Tennessee Stud
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| Doc Watson |
