I rode right back across Arkansas.
I whupped her brother and I whupped her Pa.
I found that girl with the golden hair.
She was riding on a Tennessee Mare.
Pretty little baby on the cabin floor.
Little horse colt playing round the door.
I loved the girl with the golden hair.
And the Tennessee Stud loves the Tennessee Mare.
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.
There never was a horse like Tennessee Stud.