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 Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were

   Em                              A

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  mine.                He never drank water

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   he            always drank wine.

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Lyrics and Chords:
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                   D      Dsus4   D     '
Oh, Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were
Em  '
mine
Em  '          A   '  '  '
He never drank water, he always drank 
D    Dsus4   D 
wine


His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold
And the worth of his saddle has never been told


Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was
there
But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare


And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all
Came a-prancin' and a-dancin' my noble Stewball


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


Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove
moans
I'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from home


Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were
mine
He never drank water, he always drank wine