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