American Old Time Song Lyrics: 01 Camptown Races

Theater, Music-Hall, Nostalgic, Irish & Historic Old Songs, Volume 1

CAMPTOWN RACES

Camptown ladies sing dis song-du da, du da,
Camptown race track five miles long-du da, du da da;
Go down dar wid my hat caved in-du da, du da,
Come back home wid pocket full ob tin-du da, du da da.

Chorus.
Gwine to run all night, gwine to run all day,
I'll bet my money on a bob-tail hoss,somebody bet on de bay.

Woolly moon came on de track-du da, du da,
Bob, he fling him ober his back-du da, du da da;
Runnin' along like a shootin' star-du da, du da,
Runnin' a race wid de railroad car-du da, du da da.
Gwine to run all night, gwine to run &c.

De bob-tail boss he can't be beat-du da, du da,
Runnin' around in a two-mile heat-du da, du da da.
I win my money on a bob-tail nag-du da, du da,
An' carry it home in de old tow-bag-du da, du da da.
Gwine to run all night, gwine to run &c.

Dar's fourteen bosses in dis race-du da, du da,
I'm snug in saddle, and got good brace-du da, du da da.
De sorrel hoss he's got a cough-du da, du da,
An' his rider's drunk in de ole hay-loft-du da, du da da.
Gwine to run all night, gwine to ruu &c.