[Intro]
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                  D                             Em 
Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. 
               A                      D  G A 
He never drank water, he always drank wine.
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               D                       Em 
His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold. 
                     A                     D  G A 
And the worth of his saddle has never been told.
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                        D                         Em 
Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there 
                    A                        D  G A 
But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare.
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             D                     Em 
And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all, 
                      A                    D  G A 
Came a-prancing and a-dancing my noble Stewball.
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             D                       Em 
I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay 
                       A                             D  G A 
If I'd have bet on old Stewball, I'd be a free man today.
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                     D                            Em 
Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans. 
                  A                            D  G A 
I'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from home.
[Versetto]
                  D                             Em 
Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. 
               A                      D  G D       D . . . 
He never drank water, he always drank wine.