Along about eighteen twenty five I [A]left Tennessee very much alive And I [B]never would got through the Arkansas mud If I hadn't been a-ridin that T[F#]ennessee S[B]tud I had me some trouble with my sweetheart's Paw One o' her brothers was a bad outlaw I sent her a letter by my Uncle Fud Then I rode away on the Tennessee Stud Chorus: [B]The...