about a race horse called
Now Stewball was born down in California.
When I was down there the other day,
the jockeys was telling me
In fact, they all say he blew down a storm.
So my tip is just bet on Stewball.
And you might win, just bet on Stewball.
You could bet your Bottom dollar
And you might win, win, win
And you might win, win, win, bet on Stubo
Now all the horses, they were saddled
And the word was given, run, run, run
See them horses, why they shot on
And you might win, win, win, bet on Stubo
And you might win, win, win
Why the old folks, they hollered
And the young folks, they all called
And the children cried love, love
But they know what's to vote
Oh festival, and you might win yeah
Oh festival, an d you might wiiiin