Sheb Wooley — Tennessee Walking Horse

Well it’s a big plantation, and you can tell that he’s the boss Riding ‘round my cotton ground, on a Tennessee Walking Horse On a Tennessee Walking Horse I’m just a poor sharecropper’s son, from the delta cotton land Oh how I loved the daughter, of the big boss man But he said if I even looked at her, he’d surely shoot me down And he’d plant my bones, some place unknown, in the delta cotton ground One day I told his daughter, I said Jenny I love you true I’m going to seek my fortune, then I’m comin’ back for you We heard a step behind us, and I knew it was the boss He was sittin’ lookin’ down at me, from a Tennessee Walking Horse Well it’s a big plantation, and you can tell that he’s the boss Riding ‘round my cotton ground, on a Tennessee Walking Horse On a Tennessee Walking Horse Well he drew his deadly pistol, then he tied me with a rope Drug me ‘round the cotton ground, riding at a lope I could hear him cussin’ me, I could hear my Jenny cry I whispered goodbye darling, but I sure do hate to die Then the rope caught on his haunches, and the old horse came unwound Buckin’ and a kicking, threw the big man down Then the hooves of steel hit him, and he paid the final cost And I thank the Lord for Jenny, and that Tennessee Walking Horse Well it’s a big plantation, and you can tell that I’m the boss Riding ‘round my cotton ground on my Tennessee Walking Horse On my Tennessee Walking Horse