Stewball Lyrics & Chords By The Weavers

Oh, Stewball, he was a great name
Oh, Ringo he was brown
Oh, Stewball, he bit old Ringo
On the very last go-round

You bet on Stewball, and you might win, win, win
You bet on Stewball, and you might win
You bet on Stewball, and you might win, win, win
You bet on Stewball, and you might win

Way out here in California,
Where old Stewball he was born,
All the jockeys in the country,
They said that he blew there in a storm.

You bet on Stewball ...

It was a big day down in Dallas,
Don't you wish you were there.
Now, you would'a bet your bottom dollar,
On that iron gray mare.

You bet on Stewball ..

Well, the value of his harness,
It has never yet been told.
His bridle there was silver,
On his saddle there it was gold.

You bet on Stewball ..