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Back about eighteen and twenty-five |
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I left Tennessee very much alive |
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I never would’ve made it through the Arkansas mud |
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If I hadn’t been riding on the Tennessee Stud |
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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 wrote a letter to my Uncle Fudd |
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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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There never was a horse like Tennessee Stud |
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Drifted on down into no man’s land |
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Across the river called the Rio Grande |
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Raced my horse with the Spaniard’s foe |
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Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold |
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Me and the gambler, we couldn’t agree |
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We got in a fight over Tennessee |
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Pulled our guns and he fell with a thud |
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And I rode away on a Tennessee Stud |
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I rode 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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She was riding on a Tennessee Mare |
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Pretty little baby on the cabin floor |
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Little horse colt playing round the door |
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I loved the girl with the golden hair |
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And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare |
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