Camptown Races - song lyrics 
American Old-time song lyrics from www.traditionalmusic.co.uk 
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.