Stewball: The Rest of the Story

Old Stewball was a racehorse
And I wish he were mine.
He never drank water
He only drank wine.

I bet on the chestnut
I bet on the bay.
If I'd o' bet on old Stewball,
I'd be a rich man today

The horses were led out.
They pawed at the gate.
Except for Old Stewball;
He liked to sleep late

The gate soon snapped open.
The race had begun.
The ponies all bolted --
Exceptin' for one.

Old Stewball was yawning
And lookin' quite bored.
I think he was napping.
I'm pretty sure that he snored.

He moved not a muscle
'Til the pack hit the turn
Then his eyes they did flicker
And started to burn...

He dug with a forehoof,
Gave a snort of disdain.
One twitch of his tail.
And one shake of his mane.

Then he bolted like lightning;
In a flash he was gone.
And Stewball's poor jockey
Just tried to hang on!

He outran those ponies
And -- this ain't no yarn
Before they had finished
He was back in the barn.

I tore up my ticket
And to my chagrin
I toasted Old Stewball
With my last 5th of gin.

Old Stewball was a racehorse
And I wish he were mine.
He never drank water
He only drank wine.

Stewball (Yellin/Herald/Rinzler)
Additional lyrics by Spartacus Jones.