Camptown ladies sing dis song— Doo-dah! doo-dah!

Long tail filly and a big black hoss— Doo-dah! doo-dah!

Old muley cow come on the track— Doo-dah! doo-dah!

See them flyin’ on a ten mile heat— Doo-dah doo-dah!

Camp-town race-track five miles long— Oh! doo-dah day!

They fly the track and they both cut across—Oh! doo-dah day!

His bob-tail fling on over his back— Oh! doo-dah-day!

Round the race track, then repeat— Oh! doo-dah-day!

I come to the track with my hat caved in—Doo-dah! doo-dah!

A blind hoss stuck in a big mud hole— Doo-dah! doo-dah!

They fly along like a rail-road car— Doo-dah! doo-dah!

I win my money on the bob-tail nag— Doo-dah! doo-dah!

I go back home wid a pocket full of tin—Oh! doo-dah day!

Can’t touch bottom with a ten foot pole—Oh! doo-dah-day!

Runnin’ a race with a shootin’ star— Oh! doo-dah-day!

I keep my money in an old tow-bag— Oh! doo-dah-day!

Gwine to run all night! Gwine to run all day!

I bet my money on the bob-tail nag—Somebody bet on the Bay!