Stewball

Old Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he was mine He never drank water, he always drank wine His bridle was silver, and his mane, it was gold And the worth of his saddle has never been told Now the Fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare You can bet on the grey mare, you can bet on the bay If you'd have bet on old Stewball, You'd be a rich man today You can bet on the grey mare, You can bet on the bay If you'd have bet on old Stewball, you'd be a rich man today Stewball was a mustang, and I wish he was mine He never drank water, he always drank wine He always drank wine