Stewball

G                   C - Am
Old Stewball was a race horse,
                   Dm
And I wish he were mine.
               G
He never drank water,
                C - G
He always drank wine.

               C - Am
His bridle was silver,
                Dm
His mane it was gold.
                     G
And the worth of his saddle,
               C - G
Has never been told.

              C         - Am
I went to the fairgrounds,
                 Dm
Old Stewball was there.
                    G
And the betting was heavy,
                   C - G
On the bay and the mare.


              C       - Am
I bet on the gray mare,
                 Dm
And I bet on the bay.
                  G
If I'd bet on old Stewball,
                    C - G
I'd be a free man today.

                    C    - Am
Oh, the hoot how he hooted,
                   Dm
And the turtledove moaned.
                  G
I'm a poor boy in trouble,
                C - G
A long way from home.

(repeat "Old Stewball was a race horse ...")