Stew Ball chords by Lead Belly
Verse 1
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Stewball was a good horse
And he held a high head
And the mane on his foretop
Was fine as silk thread
Verse 2
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I rode him in England
And I rode him in Spain
And I never did lose, boys
Verse 3
I always did gain
E
So come all you gamblers
From near and from far
Don't bet your gold dollar
On that little grey mare
Verse 4
E
Most likely she will stumble
Most likely she'll fall
But you never will lose
On my noble Stewball
Verse 5
E
Sit tight on your saddle
Let slack on your rein
And you never will lose boys,
You always will gain
Verse 6
E
As they were a- riding
'Bout halfway 'round
That grey mare she stumbled
And fell to the ground
Verse 7
E
And 'way out yonder
Ahead of them all
Came dancin' and prancin'
My noble Stewball
Verse 8
E
Stewball was a good horse
And he held a high head
And the mane on his foretop
Was fine as silk thread
Verse 9
E
I rode him in England
And I rode him in Spain
And I never did lose, boys
I always did gain
Stew Ball
Lead Belly
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