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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

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Woodrow Wilson "Woody" Guthrie (July 14, 1912–October 3, 1967) was an American songwriter and folk musician. Guthrie's musical legacy consists of hundreds of songs, ballads and improvised works covering topics from political themes to traditional songs to children's songs. Guthrie performed continually throughout his life with his guitar frequently displaying the slogan "This Machine Kills Fascists". Guthrie is perhaps best known for his song "This Land Is Your Land", which is regularly sung in American schools. Many of his recorded songs are archived in the Library of Congress.

Read more about Woody Guthrie on Last.fm.


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