ARTIST: Peter, Paul and Mary TITLE: Stewball Lyrics and Chords Old Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine He never drank water, he always drank wine / D - Em - / A - DG D - / His bridle was silver, and his mane it was gold And the worth of his saddle has never been told Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare As they were approaching, about half way around The gray mare she stumbled and fell to the ground And away out yonder, ahead of them all Came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble Stewball I bet on the gray mare and I bet on the bay If I'd bet on old Stewball, I'd be a free man today Oh the hoot owl she hollers, and the turtle dove moans I'm a poor boy in trouble. I'm a long way from home Old Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine He never drank water, he always drank wine
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