Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Stewball, artist - Woody Guthrie. Album song Buffalo Skinners, The Asch Recordings, Vol. 4, in the genre Кантри
Date of issue: 05.11.2019
Record label: Limitless Int
Song language: English
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 |
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 |