"Stewball" as written by Ralph C. Rinzler, Robert A. Yellin and John Herald....
Oh, Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine
He never drank water, he always drank wine

His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold
And the worth of his saddle has never been told

Oh, the fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there
But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare

And away up yonder, ahead of them all
Came a-prancing and a-dancing my noble Stewball

I bet on the grey mare, I bet on the bay
If I'd have bet on ol' Stewball, I'd be a free man today

Oh, the hoot owl, she hollers, and the turtle dove moans
I'm a poor boy in trouble, I'm a long way from home

Oh, Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine
He never drank water, he always drank wine


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    General CommentSo moving. They sing it as a sing along--still moving and touching. Just a gambler song, but touched the eternal verities. Oh but it does. They guys are great.
    quilceneon August 12, 2006   Link
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    General CommentI love this song. I realized that I could create an entire soundtrack for a movie out of Peter Paul and Mary songs because their folk style is so moving. Stewball reminds me of the kind of song that should be in The Royal Tenanbaums.
    Stairwaytoheavenon October 06, 2006   Link

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