Tennessee Stud Michael Martin Murphey

Along about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never woulda 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 Fud
And I rode away on the Tennessee stud

The Tennessee stud was long and lean
The colour 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 a-ridin' 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 went like a bat outta hell

I circled their camp for a time or two
To show 'em what a Tennessee horse can do
Them Redskin boys couldn't get my blood
'Cause I was a-ridin' on the Tennessee stud

The Tennessee stud was long and lean
The colour 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