Intro: Ab Bbm Eb Ab Db Eb Ab Bbm Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. Eb Ab Db Eb He never drank water, he always drank wine. Ab Bbm His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold. Eb Ab Db Eb And the worth of his saddle has never been told. Ab Bbm Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there Eb Ab Db Eb But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare. Ab Bbm And a-way up yonder, ahead of them all, Eb Ab Db Eb Came a-prancing and a-dancing my noble Stewball. Ab Bbm I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay Eb Ab Db Eb If I'd have bet on old Stewball, I'd be a free man today. Ab Bbm Oh the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans. Eb Ab Db Eb I'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from home. Ab Bbm Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. Eb Ab Db Ab Ab . . . He never drank water, he always drank wine.