[Spoken]:
Jimmie Driftwood wrote this thing. Hello there. 1-2-3. Do we want to try a break? Now, now your fiddle comes right after I get back and whip your butt [?]. Now that's about as pretty a base line as I've heard played in something in a long time. I'd compliment that boy back there. That's a horse's foot in the gravel, man that ain't strange. Running through a [?]. Let's see if we can put down a [?]. Where the harmony at?
[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
Along about eighteen twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
And I never would have gotten through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a-ridin' that Tennessee stud
[Verse 2]
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 Fud
Then I rode away on the Tennessee stud
[Chorus]
The Tennessee stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
A-he had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee stud
[Verse 3]
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed that river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with a Spaniard's foal
'Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold
Jimmie Driftwood wrote this thing. Hello there. 1-2-3. Do we want to try a break? Now, now your fiddle comes right after I get back and whip your butt [?]. Now that's about as pretty a base line as I've heard played in something in a long time. I'd compliment that boy back there. That's a horse's foot in the gravel, man that ain't strange. Running through a [?]. Let's see if we can put down a [?]. Where the harmony at?
[Instrumental Intro]
[Verse 1]
Along about eighteen twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
And I never would have gotten through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a-ridin' that Tennessee stud
[Verse 2]
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 Fud
Then I rode away on the Tennessee stud
[Chorus]
The Tennessee stud was long and lean
The color of the sun and his eyes were green
A-he had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee stud
[Verse 3]
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed that river called the Rio Grande
I raced my horse with a Spaniard's foal
'Til I got me a skin full of silver and gold
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