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[Intro]D Em A D G A[Verse]D EmOh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.A D G AHe never drank water, he always drank wine.[Verse]D EmHis bridle was silver, his mane it was gold.A D G AAnd the worth of his saddle has never been told.[Verse]D EmOh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was thereA D G ABut the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare.[Verse]D EmAnd a-way up yonder, ahead of them all,A D G ACame a-prancing and a-dancing my noble Stewball.[Verse]D EmI bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bayA D G AIf I'd have bet on old Stewball, I'd be a free man today.[Verse]D EmOh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans.A D G AI'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from home.[Verse]D EmOh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine.A D G D D . . .He never drank water, he always drank wine.