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Old Stewball, he was a racehorse
And I wished that he was mine
He never drunk water
But he always drunk wine

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I rode him in England
And I rode him in Spain
I never did lose, boys
And I always did gain

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'Twas a big day in Dallas
Don't you wish that you was there
You can bet your bottom dollar
On that iron-gray mare

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The kettle drum was banging
And the word was "gеt and run"
Old Stewball, she was a-tremblin'
Likе a criminal to be hung

When the horses were saddled
And the word was "give and go"
All the horses, you know they shot off
Like an arrow from a bow
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Old Stewball, he was a racehorse
[?] she was too
Old Stewball, he ran [?]
Right out of the chute

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And you might win, win, win
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And you might win

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And you might win, win, win
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And you might win