Oh stewball was a racehorse, and i wish he were mine. He never drank water, he always drank wine. His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold. And the worth of his saddle has never been told. Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and stewball was there But the betting was heavy on the bay […]
Oh stewball was a racehorse, and i wish he were mine. He never drank water, he always drank wine. His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold. And the worth of his saddle has never been told. Oh the fairgrounds were crowded, and stewball was there But the betting was heavy on the bay […]
(yellin / rinzler / herald) Old stewball was a racehorse And i wished he were mine He never drank water He always drank wine His bridle was silver And his mane it was gold But worth of his saddle Has never been told The fairgrounds was crowded And old stewball was there But the betting […]