Victor Young & His Orchestra - Camptown Races Lyrics
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Camptown Races
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What Are The Lyrics For Camptown Races By Victor Young & His Orchestra?
De Camptown ladies sing dis song, doo-dah! doo-dah!
De Camptown race-track five miles long, Oh, doo-dah day! I come down dah wid my hat caved in, doo-dah! doo-dah! I go back home wid 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 de bob-tail nag, Somebody bet on de bay. De long tail filly and de big black hoss, doo-dah! doo-dah! Dey fly de track and dey both cut across, oh, doo-dah-day! De blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole, doo-dah! doo-dah! Can't touch bottom wid a ten foot pole, oh, doo-dah-day! Gwine to run all night! Gwine to run all day! I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag, Somebody bet on de bay. Old muley cow come on to de track, doo-dah! doo-dah! De bob-tail fling her ober his back, oh, doo-dah-day! Den fly along like a rail-road car, doo-dah! doo-dah! Runnin' a race wid a shootin' star, oh, doo-dah-day! Gwine to run all night! Gwine to run all day! I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag, Somebody bet on de bay. See dem flyin' on a ten mile heat, doo-dah doo-dah! Round de race track, den repeat, oh, doo-dah-day! I win my money on de bob-tail nag, doo-dah! doo-dah! I keep my money in an old tow-bag, oh, doo-dah-day! Gwine to run all night! Gwine to run all day! I'll bet my money on de bob-tail nag, Somebody bet on de bay. |
Who Wrote Camptown Races By Victor Young & His Orchestra?
Stephen Foster
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