Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stew Ball, artist - Leadbelly. Album song Complete Recorded Works, Vol. 2, 1940-1943, in the genre БлюзDate of issue: 10.10.2019
Record label: Limitless Int
Song language: English
Stew Ball |
| Stewball was a good horse |
| And he held a high head |
| And the mane on his foretop |
| Was fine as silk thread |
| I rode him in England |
| And I rode him in Spain |
| And I never did lose, boys |
| I always did gain |
| So come all you gamblers |
| From near and from far |
| Don’t bet your gold dollar |
| On that little grey mare |
| Most likely she will stumble |
| Most likely she’ll fall |
| But you never will lose |
| On my noble Stewball |
| Sit tight on your saddle |
| Let slack on your rein |
| And you never will lose boys |
| You always will gain |
| As they were a-riding |
| 'Bout halfway 'round |
| That grey mare she stumbled |
| And fell to the ground |
| And 'way out yonder |
| Ahead of them all |
| Came dancin' and prancin' |
| My noble Stewball |
| Stewball was a good horse |
| And he held a high head |
| And the mane on his foretop |
| Was fine as silk thread |
| I rode him in England |
| And I rode him in Spain |
| And I never did lose, boys |
| I always did gain |