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The Tennessee Stud (Songs for Little Pickers) - Doc Watson
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The Tennessee Stud (Songs for Little Pickers) Doc Watson

The Tennessee Stud (Songs for Little Pickers) - Doc Watson
[Verse 1]
Along about eighteen twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
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
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Dud
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
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse like the Tennessee Stud

[Verse 2]
One day I was riding through a beautiful land
When I ran smack into an Indian band
They jumped their nags with a whoop and a yell
And away we rode like a bat out of
Well I circled their camp for a time or two
Just to show what a Tennessee horse could do
The redskin boys couldn't get my blood
'Cause I was a-riding that Tennessee Stud
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