Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stewball, artist - The Hollies. Album song The Best Of The Hollies, in the genre Иностранный рокDate of issue: 28.02.1986
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
Stewball |
| Old Stewball was a racehorse |
| And I wished he were mine |
| He never drank water |
| He always drank wine |
| His bridle was silver |
| And his mane it was gold |
| But worth of his saddle |
| Has never been told |
| The fairgrounds was crowded |
| And old Stewball was there |
| But the betting was heavy |
| On the bay and the mare |
| Oh, way up yonder |
| Ahead of them all |
| Came prancing and dancing |
| My noble Stewball |
| If I bet on the grey mare |
| And I bet on the bay |
| And if I’d bet on old Stewball |
| I’d be a free man today |
| Oh, the hoot owl she hollers |
| And the turtle dove moans |
| I’m a poor boy in trouble |
| I’m a long way from home |
| Old Stewball was a racehorse |
| And I wished he was mine |
| He never drank water |
| He always drank wine |