Key: G
Introduction:
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 ...")