Stewball The Weavers

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Oh, Stewball, he was a great name
Oh, Ringo he was brown
Oh, Stewball, he bit old Ringo
On the very last go-round

You bet on Stewball, and you might win, win, win
You bet on Stewball, and you might win
You bet on Stewball, and you might win, win, win
You bet on Stewball, and you might win

Way out here in California
Where old Stewball he was born
All the jockeys in the country
They said that he blew there in a storm

You bet on Stewball ...

It was a big day down in Dallas
Don't you wish you were there
Now, you would'a bet your bottom dollar
On that iron gray mare

You bet on Stewball ..

Well, the value of his harness
It has never yet been told
His bridle there was silver
On his saddle there it was gold