Stewball (Studio)
Bibb, Eric & Milteau, Jean‐Jacques
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You bet on Stewball
And you might win, win, win
Bet on Stewball
And you might win
Old Stewball, he was a racehorse
And I wished that he was mine
He never drunk water
But he always drunk wine
You bet on Stewball
And you might win, win, win
Bet on Stewball
And you might win
I rode him in England
And I rode him in Spain
I never did lose, boys
And I always did gain
You bet on Stewball
And you might win, win, win
Bet on Stewball
And you might win
Was a big day in Dallas
Don't you wish that you was there
You can bet your bottom dollar
On that iron-grey mare
You bet on Stewball
And you might win, win, win
Bet on Stewball
And you might win
The kettle drum was banging
And the word was "gеt and run"
Old Stewball, she was a-tremblin'
Likе a criminal to be hung
When the horses were saddled
And the word was "give and go"
All the horses, you know they shot off
Like an arrow from a bow
You bet on Stewball
And you might win, win, win
Bet on Stewball
And you might win
You bet on Stewball
And you might win, win, win
Bet on Stewball
And you might win
Old Stewball, he was a racehorse
O', she was too
Old Stewball, he ran O'Malley
Right out of her shoes
You bet on Stewball
And you might win, win, win
Bet on Stewball
And you might win
You bet on Stewball
And you might win, win, win
Bet on Stewball
And you might win