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stewball chords
peter , paul and mary ( traditional english/irish )
open and/or capo vi
D Em A D G A
D Em
oh stewball was a racehorse , and i wish he were mine .
A D G A
he never drank water , he always drank wine .
D Em
his bridle was silver , his mane it was gold .
A D G A
and the worth of his saddle has never been told .
D Em
oh the fairgrounds were crowded , and stewball was there
A D G A
but the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare .
D Em
and A – way up yonder , ahead of them all ,
A D G A
came A – prancing and A – dancing my noble stewball .
D Em
i bet on the grey mare , i bet on the bay
A D G A
if id have bet on old stewball , id be a free man today .
D Em
oh the hoot owl , she hollers , and the turtle dove moans .
A G G A
i m a poor boy in trouble , i m a long way from home .
D Em
oh stewball was a racehorse , and i wish he were mine .
A D G A
he never drank water , he always drank wine .
set8
# – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – please note – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – #
# this file is the author’s own work and represents their interpretation of the #
# song . you may only use this file for private study , scholarship , or research . #
# – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – – #
stewball chords
peter , paul and mary ( traditional english/irish )
open and/or capo vi
D Em A D G A
D Em
oh stewball was a racehorse , and i wish he were mine .
A D G A
he never drank water , he always drank wine .
D Em
his bridle was silver , his mane it was gold .
A D G A
and the worth of his saddle has never been told .
D Em
oh the fairgrounds were crowded , and stewball was there
A D G A
but the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare .
D Em
and A – way up yonder , ahead of them all ,
A D G A
came A – prancing and A – dancing my noble stewball .
D Em
i bet on the grey mare , i bet on the bay
A D G A
if id have bet on old stewball , id be a free man today .
D Em
oh the hoot owl , she hollers , and the turtle dove moans .
A G G A
i m a poor boy in trouble , i m a long way from home .
D Em
oh stewball was a racehorse , and i wish he were mine .
A D G A
he never drank water , he always drank wine .
set8
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