D
Em
A
D
G
A
D
Bm
Em
Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.
A
D
G
A
He never drank water, he always drank wine.
D
Bm
Em
His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold.
A
D
G
A
And the worth of his saddle has never been told.
D
Bm
Em
Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there
A
D
G
A
But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare.
D
Bm
Em
And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all,
A
D
G
A
Came a-prancing and a-dancing my noble stewball.
D
Bm
Em
I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay
A
D
G
A
If Id have bet on old Stewball, Id be a free man today.
D
Bm
Em
Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans.
A
D
G
A
I m a poor boy in trouble, I m a long way from home.
D
Bm
Em
Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.
A
D
G
D
Dsus4
D
Dsus2
D
He never drank water, he always drank wine.
Dsus2
D
Em
A
G
Dsus4
Bm
