De Camptown ladies sing dis song — Doo-dah! doo-dah!
De Camptown racetrack 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!
Chorus
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!
Chorus
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 with a shootin’ star — Oh! doo-dah day!
Chorus
Seen 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!
Chorus
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This entry was posted by Terry Bain on Wednesday, October 18th, 2006, at 4:46 pm, and was filed in Other Poem.
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