Текст (слова) песни: Hollies - Stewball

(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 was heavy
On the bay and the mare

Oh, way up yonder
Ahead of them all
Came prancing and dancing
My noble Stewball

If I bet on the grey mare
And I bet on the bay
And if Id bet on old Stewball
Id be a free man today

Oh, the hoot owl she hollers
And the turtle dove moans
Im a poor boy in trouble
Im a long way from home

Old Stewball was a racehorse
And I wished he was mine
He never drank water
He always drank wine
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Fifi The Flea
Hard Hard Year
Hello To Romance
Hold On
I Am A Rock
I Take What I Want
I Thought Of You Last Night
I Won`t Move Over
It`s In Her Kiss
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Long Cool Woman
Long Dark Road
Look What We`ve Got
Love Is The Thing
My Island
Narida
Oriental Sadness
Please Don`t Feel Too Bad
Promise Land
Pull Down The Blind
Set Me Free
Star
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Stranger
Sweet Country Calling
Sweet Little Sixteen
Take Your Time
There`s Always Goodbye
Time For Love
To Do With Love
To You My Love
Too Much Monkey Business
What A Life I`ve Led
What Am I Gonna Do
What Kind Of Boy
Write On
Writing On The Wall
You Know The Score
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