Stewball - Peter, Paul and Mary

Stewball LRC歌词

[Verse 1] Oh Stewball was a racehorse And I wish he were mine He never drank water He always drank wine
[Verse 2] His bridle was silver His mane it was gold And the worth of his saddle Has never been told
[Verse 3] Oh the fairgrounds were crowded And Stewball was there But the betting was heavy On the bay and the mare
[Verse 4] And a-way up yonder Ahead of them all Came a-prancin' and a-dancin' My noble Stewball
[Verse 5] I bet on the grey mare I bet on the bay If I'd have bet on ol' Stewball I'd be a free man today
[Verse 6] Oh the hoot owl, she hollered And the turtle dove moaned I'm a poor boy in trouble I'm a long way from home
[Verse 7] Oh Stewball was a racehorse And I wish he were mine He never drank water He always drank wine