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