Along about eighteen or twenty -five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never would have gotten
If I hadn't been a ridin'
I had a little trouble with
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fudd
And I wrote away on the Tennessee Stud
The Tennessee Stud was long and mean
He had the nerve and he had the blunt
And there never was a horse
Well, I got lonesome as a man could be
Dreamin' of my gal in Tennessee
We loped right on across Arkansas,
I whipped her brother and I whipped her fall
I found the girl with the golden hair,
and she was a riding of a
Tennessee stud was long and lean,
He had the nerve and he had the blood,
And there never was a horse
Stirrump to stirrump and side by side
Down the Tennessee Bear and
Pretty little baby on the cabin floor,
little horse cold playin' round the door.
I love the girl with the golden hair,
and the Tennessee stud loves
Tennessee stud was long and lean,
He had the nerve, and he had the blunt,
and there never was a horse
like the Tennessee Stunt.
Never was a horse like the Tennessee Stunt.