G5                   C5 - A5 
Old Stewball was a race horse, 
                   D5 
And I wish he were mine. 
               G5 
He never drank water, 
                C5 - G5 
He always drank wine. 
 

               C5 - A5 
His bridle was silver, 
                D5 
His mane it was gold. 
                     G5 
And the worth of his saddle, 
               C5 - G5 
Has never been told. 
 

              C5         - A5 
I went to the fairgrounds, 
                 D5 
Old Stewball was there. 
                    G5 
And the betting was heavy, 
                   C5 - G5 
On the bay and the mare. 
 
 
              C5       - A5 
I bet on the gray mare, 
                 D5 
And I bet on the bay. 
                  G5 
If I'd bet on old Stewball, 
                    C5 - G5 
I'd be a free man today. 
 

                    C5    - A5 
Oh, the hoot how he hooted, 
                   D5 
And the turtledove moaned. 
                  G5 
I'm a poor boy in trouble, 
                C5 - G5 
A long way from home. 
 
(repeat "Old Stewball was a race horse ...")