Stewball

His name was Stewball
He was a white horse
He was my idol
And I was ten years old

Our poor dad
Spent every last dime
To buy that thoroughbred
He put it all on the line

He had it in his head
To make him a big champ
To clear our debts
And pay off the house

And he believed in his luck
He entered Stewball
On a beautiful Sunday
At the St. Paul Grand Prix

"I know," said my dad
"Stewball's gonna win"
But after the river
Stewball took a fall

When the vet
Put him down in one shot
I saw my dad cry
For the very first time

His name was Stewball
He was a white horse
He was my idol
And I was ten years old