Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Tennessee Stud, artist - Arlo Guthrie. Album song One Night, in the genre Date of issue: 01.10.1978
Record label: Rising Son
Song language: English
Tennessee Stud |
| Along about eighteen twenty-five |
| I left Tennessee very much alive |
| I never would have got through the Arkansas mud |
| If I hadn’t been a-ridin' on the 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 Bud |
| And 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 |
| One day I was riding in a beautiful land |
| I run smack into an Indian band |
| They jumped their nags with a whoop and a yell |
| And away we rode like a bat out of hell |
| I circled their camp for a time or two |
| Just to show what a Tennessee horse can do |
| The redskin boys couldn’t get my blood |
| 'Cause I was a-riding on the Tennessee Stud |
| We drifted on down into no man’s land |
| We crossed that river called the Rio Grande |
| I raced my horse with the Spaniard’s foal |
| 'Til I 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 |
| I got just as lonesome as a man can be |
| 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 whupped her brother and I whupped her pa |
| I found that girl with the golden hair |
| And she was a-riding on the Tennessee Mare |
| Stirrup to stirrup and side by side |
| We crossed the mountains and the valleys wide |
| We came to Big Muddy, then we forded the flood |
| On the Tennessee Mare and the Tennessee Stud |
| A pretty little baby on the cabin floor |
| A little horse colt playing 'round the door |
| I love that girl with the golden hair |
| And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare |