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Stewball (With Leadbelly & Cisco Houston)

Stewball was a good horse

And he held a high head

And the mane on his foretop

Was fine as silk threadI rode him in England

And I rode him in Spain

And I never did lose, boys

I always did gainSo come all you gamblers

From near and from far

Don't bet your gold dollar

On that little grey mareMost likely she will stumble

Most likely she'll fall

But you never will lose

On my noble StewballSit tight on your saddle

Let slack on your rein

And you never will lose boys,

You always will gainAs they were a-riding

'Bout halfway 'round

That grey mare she stumbled

And fell to the groundAnd 'way out yonder

Ahead of them all

Came dancin' and prancin'

My noble StewballStewball was a good horse

And he held a high head

And the mane on his foretop

Was fine as silk threadI rode him in England

And I rode him in Spain

And I never did lose, boys

I always did gain

Songwriters

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

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