Stewball Songtext
von Lead Belly

Way out in California
Where Stewball was born
All the jockeys in the country
Say he blows their inner eardrums

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

Was a big day in Dallas
Don′t you wish you was there?
You could bet your last dollar
On that iron grey mare

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

The kittle drum was a-banging
And the word was "give her a run"
Old Stewball was a-trembling
Like a criminal to be hung

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


When the horses was saddled
And the word was "give her a go"
All the horses they shot off
Like an arrow from a bow

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

Old Stewball was a racehorse
Old Molly was too
Old Stewball runned old Molly
Right out of her shoe

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

The old folks they hollered
The young folks they bawled
The children says "Look, love
At that noble Stewball"

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