Stewball Lyrics - In The Wind - Peter, Paul & 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 holler 

And the turtle dove moan 

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