Joan Baez

Joan Baez - Stewball songtekst

Je score:

 Stewball was a good horse,  he wore his head high,

and the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread.

I rode him in England,      I rode him in Spain,

and I never did lose, boys, I always did gain.

So come all you gamblers,     wherever you are,

 and don`t bet your money on that little grey mare.

Most likely she`ll stumble,      most likely she`ll fall,

but never you`ll lose, boys, on my noble Stewball.

As they were a-riding,      `bout halfway round,

that grey mare she stumbled, and fell on the ground.

And way out yonder,      ahead of them all,

came a-prancing and a-dancing, my noble Stewball.

Stewball was a race horse,      and by the day he was mine,

he never drank water, he always drank wine.



 



(Joan Baez)
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