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Mason Proffit - Stewball lyrics
Old Stewball was a Racehorse
And he held a high head
And the mane on his foretop
Was white as silk thread
Well, the fairgrounds were crowded
And Stewball was there
But the betting was Heavy
On the Little Grey Mare
Well, I rode him In England
And I road him In Spain
And you bet your five dollars
that I'll ride him again
Mason Proffit - Stewball - http://motolyrics.com/mason-proffit/stewball-lyrics.html
Now they are ridding
'bout half way around
when the grey mare she stumbled
And fell on the ground
Way up yonder
Ahead of them all
Came a dancing and prancing
my own horse, Stewball
Well I bet on the Grey Mare
And I bet on the Bay
If I'da bet on old Stewball
I'd be a freeman today