Camptown Races
Words & Music:
Stephen Foster
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Camptown ladies sing this song, "Doo-dah! Doo-dah!"
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Camptown racetrack five miles long. "Oh, doo-dah-day!"
I come down there with my hat caved in. "Doo-dah! Doo-dah!"
I go back home with a pocketful of tin. "Oh, doo-dah-day!"
CHORUS:
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Goin' to run all night! Goin' to run all day!
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I'll bet my money on the bob-tailed nag,
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Somebody bet on the bay!
The long-tailed filly and the big, black hoss. "Doo-dah! Doo-dah!"
They fly the track and they both cut across. "Oh, doo-dah-day!"
The blind horse stuck in a big mud hole. "Doo-dah! Doo-dah!"
I can't touch bottom with a ten-foot pole. "Oh, doo-dah-day!"
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Old muley cow come onto the track. "Doo-dah! Doo-dah!"
The bobtail fling her out over his back. "Oh, doo-dah-day!"
They fly along like a railroad car, "Doo-dah! Doo-dah!"
Runnin' a race with a shooting star. "Oh, doo-dah-day!"
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See them flying on a ten-mile heat. "Doo-dah! Doo-dah!"
'Round the racetrack, then repeat. "Oh, doo-dah-day!"
I win my money on the bobtailed nag. "Doo-dah! Doo-dah!"
I keep my money in an old towbag. "Oh, doo-dah-day!"
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