Along about eighteen twenty five
I left Tennessee very much alive
And I never would got through the Arkansas mud
If I hadn't been a-ridin that Tennessee Stud
I had me some trouble with my sweetheart's Paw
The Tennesee Stud was long and mean
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 Tennesee Stud
We drifted on down inta no man's land
The Tennessee Stud's green eyes turned blue
'Cause he was dreamin bout his sweetheart too