Stewball (Live Version)

Stewball (Live Version) - Peter, Paul & Mary

Oh stewball was a race horse

And I wish he were mine

He never drank water

He always drank wine

His bridle was silver

His bridle was silver

His mane it was gold

His mane it was gold

And the worth of his saddle

And the worth of his saddle

Has never been told

Has never been told

Oh the fair grounds were crowded

The fair grounds were crowded

Stewball was there

And stewball was there

But the betting was heavy

Let me hear you sing

But the betting was heavy

On the gray and the mare

On the gray and the mare

As they were apporaching

As they were apporaching

And found the house where you are

And found the house where you are

Grain there she stamble

Grain there she stamble

Fell to the ground

And fell to the ground

And way up yonder

Way up yonder

Ahead of them all

Ahead of them all

Came a prancin' and a dancin'

Came a prancin' and a dancin'

My noble stewball

My noble stewball

And way we're the yonder

Way we're the yonder

Ahead of them all

Ahead of them all

Came a prancin' and a dancin'

Came a prancin' and a dancin'

My noble stewball

My noble stewball

I bet on the gray mare

I bet on the bay

If I'd have bet on my stewball

I'd be a free man today

Stewball was a race horse

I wish he were mine

I wish he were mine

He never drank water

He never drank water

He always drank wine

He always drank wine

Wine