loudon wainwright iii – stewball lyrics
stewball was a race horse – i wish he were mine
he never drank water – he always drank wine
his bridles were silver, his mane it was gold
and the worth of his saddle has never been told
oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and stewball was there
but the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare
as they were approaching, ’bout halfway around
the grey mare, she stumbled and she fell to the ground
and way up yonder, ahead of them all
came a prancin’ and a dancin’ that n-ble stewball
but i bet on the grey mare, and i bet on bay
if i’da bet on old stewball i’d be a free man today
oh, the hoot owl she hollers and the turtledove moans
i’m a poor boy in trouble, i’m a long way from home
stewball was a racehorse – i wish he were mine
he never drank water – he always drank wine
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