Текст песни Stewball - Peter & Paul And Mary
Oh,
Stewball
was
a
racehorse,
and
I
wish
he
were
mine
He
never
drank
water,
he
always
drank
wine
His
bridle
was
silver,
his
mane
it
was
gold
And
the
worth
of
his
saddle
has
never
been
told
Oh
the
fairgrounds
were
crowded,
and
Stewball
was
there
But
the
betting
was
heavy
on
the
bay
and
the
mare
And
a-way
up
yonder,
ahead
of
them
all
Came
a-prancin'
and
a-dancin'
my
noble
Stewball
I
bet
on
the
grey
mare,
I
bet
on
the
bay
If
I'd
have
bet
on
ol'
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
Oh
Stewball
was
a
racehorse,
and
I
wish
he
were
mine
He
never
drank
water,
he
always
drank
wine

1 Long Chain On
2 It's Raining
3 Polly Von
4 Where Have All The Flowers Gone
5 Rocky Road
6 Cruel War
7 All My Trials
8 Don't Think Twice, It's Alright
9 Stewball
10 Tell It On The Mountain
11 Blowin' In The Wind
12 Lemon Tree
13 Sorrow
14 Autumn To May
15 500 Miles
16 Freight Train
17 Bamboo
18 Very Last Day
19 Hush-A-Bye
20 Quit Your Low Down Ways
21 Early In The Morning
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