Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I bet my money on a bob-tail nag—
Somebody bet on the bay.
Oh, the Camptown ladies sing this song—Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Camptown race-track eight miles long—Oh! doo-dah day!
Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I bet my money on a bob-tail nag—
Somebody bet on the bay.
Thee long tail filly and a big black hoss—Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Come to a mud hole, they all cut across—Oh! doo-dah-day!
Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I bet my money on a bob-tail nag—
Somebody bet on the bay.
I went down South with my hat caved in—Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I come back North with 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 a bob-tail nag—
Somebody bet on the bay.
Gwine to run all night!
Gwine to run all day!
I'll bet my money on a bob-tail nag—
Somebody bet on the bay.