Stewball Songtext
von Doris Day
Stewball Songtext
Old Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he was mine
He never drank water, he always drank wine
His bridle was silver, and his mane, it was gold
And the worth of his saddle has never been told
Now the Fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there
But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare
You can bet on the grey mare, you can bet on the bay
If you′d have bet on old Stewball, You'd be a rich man today
You can bet on the grey mare, You can bet on the bay
If you′d have bet on old Stewball, you'd be a rich man today
Stewball was a mustang, and I wish he was mine
He never drank water, he always drank wine
He always drank wine
He never drank water, he always drank wine
His bridle was silver, and his mane, it was gold
And the worth of his saddle has never been told
Now the Fairgrounds were crowded, and Stewball was there
But the betting was heavy on the bay and the mare
You can bet on the grey mare, you can bet on the bay
If you′d have bet on old Stewball, You'd be a rich man today
You can bet on the grey mare, You can bet on the bay
If you′d have bet on old Stewball, you'd be a rich man today
Stewball was a mustang, and I wish he was mine
He never drank water, he always drank wine
He always drank wine
Writer(s): John Herald, Ralph C. Rinzler, Robert A. Yellin, Pierre Charles Marcel Napoleon Leroyer, Hugues Antoine Jean Ma Auffray Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
