Jimmy Driftwood wrote this thing.
Hello there. One, two, three.
Do we want to try a break?
now your fiddle break comes right after
brother and her paw and sing a chorus.
Now that is about as pretty a bass
in something in a long time.
I have to compliment that
That's a horse's foot in the gravel,
Running through a ford in the creek.
Where's the harmony at, right here?
I left Tennessee very much alive
And I never would have got
If I hadn't been a -ruddin'
And one of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my uncle's foot
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse
We drifted on down into no man's land
We crossed that river called Rio Grande
I raced my horse with a Spaniard's foal
Till he 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
The Tennessee stud was long and lean
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse
Well, I got just as lonesome as a man can be
A -dreamin' of my girl in Tennessee
The Tennessee stud's green
Cause he was a -dreamin' of
We loped right back across Arkansas
I whooped her brother and
girl with the golden hair
She was a -ridin' that Tennessee mare
The Tennessee stud was long and lean
The color of the sun in his eyes was green
He had the nerve and he had the blood
And there never was a horse
We crossed them mountains
There's a pretty little baby
playin' round in the dome
I love that girl with the golden hair
The Tennessee stud was long and lean
And there never was a horse