Текст песни Robert Earl Keen - Stewball
Robert Earl Keen - Stewball слова песни
There`s a big race down in DallasDon`t you wish that you were there?You could bet your bottom dollarOn that iron gray mareHad a black horse named DelilahAnd I raised her on the farmThere was thunder, there was lightningOn the day Stewball was bornChorus:Won`t you bet on Stewball, she might win win winBet on Stewball she might winBet on Stewball, she might win win winBet on Stewball she might winSo I sold off my possessionsAnd I headed for the townI brought Stewball here to DallasAnd I laid my money downWon`t you bet on Stewball, she might win win winBet on Stewball she might winWon`t you bet on Stewball, she might win win winBet on Stewball she might winAll the children are a-laughin`And the women, they a-cryin`All the menfolk are a-hollerin`Old Stewball, she`s a-flyin`Won`t you bet on Stewball, she might win win winBet on Stewball she might winWon`t you bet on Stewball, she might win win winBet on Stewball she might winWon`t you bet on Stewball, she might win win winBet on Stewball she might winWon`t you bet on Stewball, she might win win winBet on Stewball she might win