Stewball
By Robert Earl Keen
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
7/4/04

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There’s a big race down in Dallas
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Don’t you wish that you were there
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You could bet your bottom dollar
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On that iron gray mare

Had a black horse named Delilah
And I raised her on the farm
There was thunder, there was lightning
On the day Stewball was born


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Won’t you bet on Stewball, she might win win win
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Bet on Stewball she might win
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Bet on Stewball, she might win win win
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Bet on Stewball she might win


So I sold off my possessions
And I headed for the town
I brought Stewball here to Dallas
And I laid my money down

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Fiddle Solo

All the children are a-laughin’
And the women, they a-cryin’
All the menfolk are a-hollerin’
Old Stewball, she’s a-flyin’

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