Tennessee Stud (Tribute to Doc Watson)
Along about 1825, I left Tennessee very much alive
I never woulda made it through the Arkansas mud
If hadn't been ridin on the Tennessee Stud
had some trouble with my sweethearts paw.
One of her brother was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud
and I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
***the Tennessee Stud was long and lean
***The colour 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
We drifted on down into no man's land
crossed a river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with the Spaniard's foal
till I got me a skin full of the silver and gold
Me and the 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
***the Tennessee Stud was long and lean
***The colour 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
Well I got as lonesome as a man can be
dreamin of my girl in Tennessee
the Tennesee Stud's green eyes turned blue
cause he was dreamin of his sweetheart too
We loped right on across Arkansas, I whipped her brother and I whipped her paw.
found that girl with the golden hair and she was ridin on the Tennessee Mare.
***the Tennessee Stud was long and lean
***The colour 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
stirrup to stirrup, side by side
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy (the Mississippi River)
and we forded the flood on the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud
A pretty little baby on the cabin floor
A little hoss colt playin 'round the door
I love that girl with the golden hair
and the Tennessee Stud loves loves the Tennessee Mare
They're good horses.
***the Tennessee Stud was long and lean
***The colour 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
I never woulda made it through the Arkansas mud
If hadn't been ridin on the Tennessee Stud
had some trouble with my sweethearts paw.
One of her brother was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud
and I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
***the Tennessee Stud was long and lean
***The colour 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
We drifted on down into no man's land
crossed a river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with the Spaniard's foal
till I got me a skin full of the silver and gold
Me and the 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
***the Tennessee Stud was long and lean
***The colour 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
Well I got as lonesome as a man can be
dreamin of my girl in Tennessee
the Tennesee Stud's green eyes turned blue
cause he was dreamin of his sweetheart too
We loped right on across Arkansas, I whipped her brother and I whipped her paw.
found that girl with the golden hair and she was ridin on the Tennessee Mare.
***the Tennessee Stud was long and lean
***The colour 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
stirrup to stirrup, side by side
We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy (the Mississippi River)
and we forded the flood on the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud
A pretty little baby on the cabin floor
A little hoss colt playin 'round the door
I love that girl with the golden hair
and the Tennessee Stud loves loves the Tennessee Mare
They're good horses.
***the Tennessee Stud was long and lean
***The colour 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
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Writer(s): Jimmy Driftwood, James Driftwood
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