Stewball Chords by Woody Guthrie
Tempo:
105.325 bpm
Chords used:
E
A
B
F#m
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[E]
Stu Bawley is a good horse, [A] he holds a high head,
[B] And the mane on his foretop is as fine as [E] silk thread.
I rode him in England, [A] I rode him in Spain,
And [B] I never lost a dollar, I always [F#m]
[E] did gain.
So come all of you gamblers, [A] from near and from far,
[B] Don't you lay your gold dollars on that little [E] grey mare.
Most likely she'll stumble, [A] most likely she'll fall,
But [B] you'll never lose a dollar on my noble [E] Stu Bawley.
Set tight in your saddle, [A] less like on your reign,
[B] And you never will lose him, and you always [E] will gain.
As they went a-riding, [A] about half way round,
That [B] grey mare, she stumbled and fell to [E] the ground.
And way out yonder, [A]
ahead of them all,
[B] Come a-prancing, come a-dancing, my noble [E] Stu Bawley.
As we went a-riding [A] over yonder's green hill,
[B] I looked on my fence rail, and a spiteful [E] wild bill.
Set tight in your saddle, [A] less like on your reign,
[B] And you never will lose him, and you always [E] will gain.
Set tight in your saddle, don't [A] you fear, [E] don't you fall,
And [B] you'll never lose a dollar on my noble [E] Stu Bawley.
[N]
Stu Bawley is a good horse, [A] he holds a high head,
[B] And the mane on his foretop is as fine as [E] silk thread.
I rode him in England, [A] I rode him in Spain,
And [B] I never lost a dollar, I always [F#m]
[E] did gain.
So come all of you gamblers, [A] from near and from far,
[B] Don't you lay your gold dollars on that little [E] grey mare.
Most likely she'll stumble, [A] most likely she'll fall,
But [B] you'll never lose a dollar on my noble [E] Stu Bawley.
Set tight in your saddle, [A] less like on your reign,
[B] And you never will lose him, and you always [E] will gain.
As they went a-riding, [A] about half way round,
That [B] grey mare, she stumbled and fell to [E] the ground.
And way out yonder, [A]
ahead of them all,
[B] Come a-prancing, come a-dancing, my noble [E] Stu Bawley.
As we went a-riding [A] over yonder's green hill,
[B] I looked on my fence rail, and a spiteful [E] wild bill.
Set tight in your saddle, [A] less like on your reign,
[B] And you never will lose him, and you always [E] will gain.
Set tight in your saddle, don't [A] you fear, [E] don't you fall,
And [B] you'll never lose a dollar on my noble [E] Stu Bawley.
[N]
Key:
E
A
B
F#m
E
A
B
F#m
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
Stu Bawley _ is a good horse, _ [A] he holds _ a high head,
[B] And the mane _ on his foretop is as fine _ as [E] silk thread.
_ I rode him _ _ in England, [A] I rode _ him in Spain,
_ And [B] I never _ lost a dollar, I always [F#m] _
[E] did gain. _ _ _
So come all of _ _ you _ gamblers, [A] from near _ and from far,
_ [B] Don't you lay your gold dollars _ on that _ little [E] grey mare. _ _ _
Most likely _ _ _ she'll stumble, _ _ [A] most likely she'll fall,
But _ [B] you'll never _ _ lose a dollar _ on my noble _ [E] Stu _ _ Bawley. _ _
Set tight in _ your saddle, _ [A] less like _ on your reign,
_ [B] And you never _ will lose him, _ and you always _ [E] will gain. _ _ _ _
_ _ As they _ went a-riding, _ [A] about half way round,
That [B] grey mare, she stumbled and fell to [E] the ground.
And way _ _ out yonder, _ _ [A]
ahead of them all,
_ [B] Come a-prancing, _ come a-dancing, my noble [E] Stu _ Bawley.
As _ we went a-riding [A] over _ yonder's green hill,
[B] I looked on my fence rail, and a spiteful [E] wild bill. _ _
Set tight in your saddle, _ _ [A] less like on your reign, _
[B] And you never _ will lose him, _ and you always [E] will gain. _
Set _ _ tight _ in your saddle, _ don't [A] you fear, [E] don't you fall,
_ And [B] you'll never _ _ lose a dollar _ on my noble _ _ [E] Stu _ Bawley.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
_ _ [E] _ _ _ _ _ _
Stu Bawley _ is a good horse, _ [A] he holds _ a high head,
[B] And the mane _ on his foretop is as fine _ as [E] silk thread.
_ I rode him _ _ in England, [A] I rode _ him in Spain,
_ And [B] I never _ lost a dollar, I always [F#m] _
[E] did gain. _ _ _
So come all of _ _ you _ gamblers, [A] from near _ and from far,
_ [B] Don't you lay your gold dollars _ on that _ little [E] grey mare. _ _ _
Most likely _ _ _ she'll stumble, _ _ [A] most likely she'll fall,
But _ [B] you'll never _ _ lose a dollar _ on my noble _ [E] Stu _ _ Bawley. _ _
Set tight in _ your saddle, _ [A] less like _ on your reign,
_ [B] And you never _ will lose him, _ and you always _ [E] will gain. _ _ _ _
_ _ As they _ went a-riding, _ [A] about half way round,
That [B] grey mare, she stumbled and fell to [E] the ground.
And way _ _ out yonder, _ _ [A]
ahead of them all,
_ [B] Come a-prancing, _ come a-dancing, my noble [E] Stu _ Bawley.
As _ we went a-riding [A] over _ yonder's green hill,
[B] I looked on my fence rail, and a spiteful [E] wild bill. _ _
Set tight in your saddle, _ _ [A] less like on your reign, _
[B] And you never _ will lose him, _ and you always [E] will gain. _
Set _ _ tight _ in your saddle, _ don't [A] you fear, [E] don't you fall,
_ And [B] you'll never _ _ lose a dollar _ on my noble _ _ [E] Stu _ Bawley.
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ [N] _
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