Tennessee Stud Lyrics
| Song | Tennessee Stud |
| Artist | Doc Watson |
| Album | The Definitive Doc Watson |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 Bud, | |
| 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. | |
| One day I was riding in a beautiful land | |
| I run smack into an Indian band | |
| They jumped their nags with a whoop and a yell | |
| And away we rode like a bat out of hell. | |
| I circled their camp for a time or two, | |
| Just to show what a Tennessee horse can do. | |
| The redskin boys couldn＇t get my blood, | |
| ＇Cause I was a-riding on 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 a-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 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, then we forded the flood | |
| On the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud. | |
| A 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. |
| Along about eighteen twentyfive, | |
| I left Tennessee very much alive. | |
| I never would have got through the Arkansas mud | |
| If I hadn t been aridin 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 Bud, | |
| 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. | |
| One day I was riding in a beautiful land | |
| I run smack into an Indian band | |
| They jumped their nags with a whoop and a yell | |
| And away we rode like a bat out of hell. | |
| I circled their camp for a time or two, | |
| Just to show what a Tennessee horse can do. | |
| The redskin boys couldn t get my blood, | |
| Cause I was ariding on 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 adreamin 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 ariding 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 horse colt playing round the door, | |
| I love that girl with the golden hair, | |
| And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare. |
| Along about eighteen twentyfive, | |
| I left Tennessee very much alive. | |
| I never would have got through the Arkansas mud | |
| If I hadn t been aridin 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 Bud, | |
| 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. | |
| One day I was riding in a beautiful land | |
| I run smack into an Indian band | |
| They jumped their nags with a whoop and a yell | |
| And away we rode like a bat out of hell. | |
| I circled their camp for a time or two, | |
| Just to show what a Tennessee horse can do. | |
| The redskin boys couldn t get my blood, | |
| Cause I was ariding on 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 adreamin 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 ariding 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 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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