Peter Paul And Mary - Stewball

G                   C - Am 
Old Stewball was a race horse, 
                   Dm 
And I wish he were mine. 
               G 
He never drank water, 
                C - G 
He always drank wine. 
 

               C - Am 
His bridle was silver, 
                Dm 
His mane it was gold. 
                     G 
And the worth of his saddle, 
               C - G 
Has never been told. 
 

              C         - Am 
I went to the fairgrounds, 
                 Dm 
Old Stewball was there. 
                    G 
And the betting was heavy, 
                   C - G 
On the bay and the mare. 
 
 
              C       - Am 
I bet on the gray mare, 
                 Dm 
And I bet on the bay. 
                  G 
If I'd bet on old Stewball, 
                    C - G 
I'd be a free man today. 
 

                    C    - Am 
Oh, the hoot how he hooted, 
                   Dm 
And the turtledove moaned. 
                  G 
I'm a poor boy in trouble, 
                C - G 
A long way from home. 
 
(repeat "Old Stewball was a race horse ...")