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Stewball (Best of Version)

Oh Stewball was a racehorse

And I wish he were mine

He never drank water

He always drank wineHis bridle was silver

His mane, it was gold

And the worth of his saddle

Has never been toldOh the fairgrounds were crowded

And Stewball was there

But the betting was heavy

On the bay and the mareAnd a-way up yonder

Ahead of them all

Came a-prancin' and a-dancin'

My noble StewballI bet on the grey mare

I bet on the bay

If I'd have bet on ol' Stewball

I'd be a free man todayOh the hoot owl, she holler

And the turtle dove moan

I'm a poor boy in trouble

I'm a long way from homeOh Stewball was a racehorse

And I wish he were mine

He never drank water

He always drank wine

Songwriters

RINZLER, RALPH C. / YELLIN, ROBERT A. / HERALD, JOHNPublished by

Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group

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