Wm. Pollock's Pianobook

Tennessee Stud

Jimmie Driftwood, Johnny Cash

Back about eighteen and twenty-five
I left Tennessee very much alive
I never woulda made it through the Arkansas mud
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If I hadn't been ridin' on a Tennessee stud

Had some trouble with my sweetheart's Pa
One of her brothers was a bad outlaw
I wrote a letter to my Uncle Fud
And I rode away on a Tennessee stud

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The Tennessee stud was long and lean
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The color of the sun and his eyes were green
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He had the nerve and he had the blood
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There never was a hawse like the Tennessee stud

Drifted on down into No Man's Land
I crossed the river called the Rio Grande
Raced my hawse with a Spaniard's foal
Til I got me a skin full o' silver and gold

Me and a gambler, we couldn't agree
We got in a fight over Tennessee
Pulled our guns and he fell with a thud
And I rode away on a Tennessee stud


I rode right back, I crossed Arkansas
I whipped her brother and I whipped her Pa
I found that girl with the golden hair
She was ridin' on a Tennessee mare

Purty little baby on the cabin floor
Little hawse, colt, playin' around the door
I loved the girl with the golden hair
And the Tennessee stud loves a Tennessee mare