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Hollies - Stewball Lyrics

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  • (yellin / rinzler / herald)
  • Old stewball was a racehorse
  • And I wished he were mine
  • He never drank water
  • He always drank wine
  • His bridle was silver
  • And his mane it was gold
  • But worth of his saddle
  • Has never been told
  • The fairgrounds was crowded
  • And old stewball was there
  • But the betting was heavy
  • On the bay and the mare
  • Oh, way up yonder
  • Ahead of them all
  • Came prancing and dancing
  • My noble stewball
  • If I bet on the grey mare
  • And I bet on the bay
  • And if Id bet on old stewball
  • Id be a free man today
  • Oh, the hoot owl she hollers
  • And the turtle dove moans
  • Im a poor boy in trouble
  • Im a long way from home
  • Old stewball was a racehorse
  • And I wished he was mine
  • He never drank water
  • He always drank wine

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