Historical Folk Lyrics
"Squeball - v2"

Come all you little riders that gamble all day,
I'll tell you of a race horse that was great in his day,
He was raised in New Boston, he was rode in St. Paul,
And the name they gave him was noble Squeball

If you had a-been there when the horses came round
You'd swore by your Saviour that they'd never touch ground;
The women they shouted and the children all bawled,
The men, they all hollered, "Just catch old Squeball."

Come all you little riders that gambles on the square,
Don't bet your last dollar on the iron-gray mare,
She reels and she staggers, she's liable to fall,
Ten thousand gold dollars in on old Squeball!

He gave her the starting, she led a good piece,
Old Squeball overtakes her, overtakes her by speed.
Give me beef steak when I'm hungry, corn whiskey when I'm dry,
Give me green backs when I need them, sweet heaven when I die.

Go rap on your counter and the waiter will bring
A-glass of corn whiskey for the cowboys to drink.
The train it is coming, it is ready to go
Old Squeball will neigh at the union depot