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