De Camptown ladies sing dis song—Doo-dah! doo-dah!
De Camp-town race-track five miles long—Oh! doo-dah day!
I come down dah wid my hat caved in—Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home wid a pocket full of tin—Oh! doo-dah day!

Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag—
Somebody bet on de bay.

De long tail filly and de big black hoss—Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Dey fly de track and dey both cut across—Oh! doo-dah-day!
De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole—Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Can't touch bottom wid a ten foot pole—Oh! doo-dah-day!

Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag—
Somebody bet on de bay.

Old muley cow come on to de track—Doo-dah! doo-dah!
De bob-tail fling her ober his back—Oh! doo-dah-day!
Den fly along like a rail-road car—Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Runnin' a race wid a shootin' star—Oh! doo-dah-day!

Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag—
Somebody bet on de bay.

See dem flyin' on a ten mile heat—Doo-dah doo-dah!
Round de race track, den repeat—Oh! doo-dah-day!
I win my money on de bob-tail nag—Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I keep my money in an old tow-bag—Oh! doo-dah-day!

Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag—
Somebody bet on de bay.

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