Jimmy Driftwood wrote this thing.
Hello there. One, two, three.
Do we want to try a break?
Now,
now your fiddle break comes right after
I get back and whoop her
brother and her paw and sing a chorus.
Now that is about as pretty a bass
line
as I've heard played
in something in a long time.
I have to compliment that
boy back there.
That's a horse's foot in the gravel,
man.
That ain't trained.
Running through a ford in the creek.
Let's see if we can put
down a take.
Where's the harmony at, right here?
Along about 1825
I left Tennessee very much alive
And I never would have got
through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a -ruddin'
that 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's foot
Then 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
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed that river called Rio Grande
I raced my horse with a Spaniard's foal
Till he 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
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
Well, I got just as lonesome as a man can be
A -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 whooped her brother and
I whooped her paw
But when I found that
girl with the golden hair
She was a -ridin' that Tennessee mare
The Tennessee stud was long and lean
The color of the sun in his eyes was green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse
like the Tennessee stud
We crossed them mountains
and the valleys wide
We came to Big Muddy,
then we forded a flood
On the Tunisie mare
and the Tunisie stud
There's a pretty little baby
on the cabin floor
A little horse coat
playin' round in the dome
I love that girl with the golden hair
And the Tennessee stud
loves the Tennessee mare
Says good horses
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
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