Tennessee Stud Doc Watson

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