Текст песни Hollies - Stewball, слова песни Hollies

Текст песни Hollies - Stewball

Hollies - Stewball слова песни

(yellin / rinzler / herald)Old stewball was a racehorseAnd I wished he were mineHe never drank waterHe always drank wineHis bridle was silverAnd his mane it was goldBut worth of his saddleHas never been toldThe fairgrounds was crowdedAnd old stewball was thereBut the betting was heavyOn the bay and the mareOh, way up yonderAhead of them allCame prancing and dancingMy noble stewballIf I bet on the grey mareAnd I bet on the bayAnd if Id bet on old stewballId be a free man todayOh, the hoot owl she hollersAnd the turtle dove moansIm a poor boy in troubleIm a long way from homeOld stewball was a racehorseAnd I wished he was mineHe never drank waterHe always drank wine

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