Tennessee Stud
Eddy Arnold, Hank Williams, Jr.
Back about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would’ve made it through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn’t been riding on the Tennessee Stud
Had some trouble with my sweetheart’s Pa
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I wrote a letter to my Uncle Fudd
And I rode away on the Tennessee Stud
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
There never was a horse like Tennessee Stud
Drifted on down into no man’s land
Across the river called the Rio Grande
Raced my horse with the Spaniard’s foe
Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold
Me and the gambler, we couldn’t agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
Pulled our guns and he fell with a thud
And I rode away on a Tennessee Stud
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I rode right back across Arkansas
I whupped her brother and I whupped her Pa
I found that girl with the golden hair
She was riding on a Tennessee Mare
Pretty little baby on the cabin floor
Little horse colt playing round the door
I loved the girl with the golden hair
And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare
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