Along about eighteen twenty five 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 riding on the Tennessee Stud
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I had a little 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 Fudd
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Then I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
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The Tennessee stud was long and lean mean
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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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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 horse with a 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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Well I got just as lonesome as a man can be
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Dreaming 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 dreaming of his 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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When 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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The Tennessee stud was long...
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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 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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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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The Tennessee stud was long...
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Tennessee Stud
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Chris LeDoux |