Stewball

Words & Music:

Traditional

(Peter, Paul & Mary)

 

D    Em   A    D    G    A    Asus   A7

 

                   D                            Em

Oh, Stewball was a racehorse and I wish he were mine.

               A                      D    G    A7

He never drank water, he always drank wine.

               D                       Em

His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold.

                     A                     D    G    A7

And the worth of his saddle has never been told.

 

Oh, the fairgrounds were crowded & Stewball was there.

But the betting was heavy on the bay & the mare.

And away up yonder, ahead of them all

Came a-prancin' and a-dancin', my noble Stewball.

 

I bet on the gray mare, I bet on the bay.

If I'd a-bet on old Stewball, I'd be a free man today.

Oh, the hoot owl she holler, and the turtledove moan.

I'm a poor boy in trouble and a long way from home.

 

Oh, Stewball was racehorse and I wish he were mine.

He never drank water, he always drank wine.

 




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