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Stewball - Joan Baez

"Stewball was a good horse, he wore his head high, and the mane on his foretop, was fine as silk thread. I rode him in England, I rode him in Spain, and I never did lose, boys, I always did gain. So"

Myths (3:19) (Joan Baez) - Baez Joan

"Baez Joan Come From The Shadows Myths (3:19) (Joan Baez) A myth has just been shattered Upon the four winds scattered Back to some storybook from whence it came Vicarious hearts may ache And try to mend"

To Bobby (3:53) (Joan Baez) - Baez Joan

"Baez Joan Come From The Shadows To Bobby (3:53) (Joan Baez) I'll put flowers at your feet, And I will sing to you so sweet, And hope my words will carry home to your heart. You left us marching on the"

Song Of Bangladesh (4:49) (Joan Baez) - Baez Joan

"Baez Joan Come From The Shadows Song Of Bangladesh (4:49) (Joan Baez) The story of Bangladesh Is an ancient one again made fresh By blind men who carry out commands Which flow out of the laws upon which"

Love Song To A Stranger (3:55) (Joan Baez) - Baez Joan

"Baez Joan Come From The Shadows Love Song To A Stranger (3:55) (Joan Baez) How long since I've spent a whole night in a twin bed with a stranger His warm arms all around me How long since I've gazed"

Stewball - Robert Earl Keen, Jr.

"There's a big race down in Dallas Don't you wish that you were there? You could bet your bottom dollar On that iron gray mare Had a black horse named Delilah And I raised her on the farm There was thunder,"

Stewball - Robert Earl Keen

"There's a big race down in Dallas Don't you wish that you were there? You could bet your bottom dollar On that iron gray mare Had a black horse named Delilah And I raised her on the farm There was thunder,"

Stewball - The Hollies

"(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"

Stewball - Peter, Paul & Mary

"Oh Stewball was a racehorse, and I wish he were mine. He never drank water, he always drank wine. His bridle was silver, his mane it was gold. And the worth of his saddle has never been told. Oh the"

Stewball - Aufray Hugues

"Paroles franaises : Hugues Aufray et Pierre Delano ditions Brigget / pervier 1 Il s'appelait Stewball, c'tait un cheval blanc Il tait mon idole et moi j'avais dix ans. 2 Notre pauvre pre pour acheter"

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