Stewball Lyrics - Hollies

(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 

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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 I'd bet on old Stewball 

I'd be a free man today 

Oh, the hoot owl she hollers 

And the turtle dove moans 

I'm a poor boy in trouble 

I'm a long way from home 

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Old Stewball was a racehorse 

And I wished he was mine 

He never drank water 

He always drank wine