Stewball歌词-Slim Whitman

Stewball歌词由Slim Whitman演唱，出自专辑《Ya Es Muy Tarde》，下面是《Stewball》完整版歌词！

Stewball歌词完整版

Oh Stewball was a racehorse and I wish he were mine

He never drank water he always drank wine

His bridle was silver his main 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