Camptown Races

Gonna run all night
Gonna run all day
Oh, somebody bet on the bob-tail nag
Camptown ladies sing this song
Camptown race track five miles long
I come down there with my hat caved in
I go back home with a pocket full of tin
Gonna run all night
Gonna run all day
I'll bet my money on the bob-tail nag
Somebody bet on the bay
The long-tail filly and the big black hoss
Fly the track and they both cut across
The blind-hoss stick in a big mud hole
I can't touch bottom with a ten-foot pole
Gonna run all night
Gonna run all day
I'll bet my money on the bob-tail nag
Somebody bet on the bay
A million cockerels to the track
A bob-tail filly flat over his back
A fellow with a railroad car
Running a race with a shooting star
Gonna run all night
Gonna run all day
I'll bet my money on the bob-tail nag
Somebody bet on the bay
See them fly in a ten-mile heat
Round the race track, then repeat
I win my money on the bob-tail nag
Keep my money in an old tow bag
Gonna run all night
Gonna run all day
I'll bet my money on the bob-tail nag
Somebody bet on the bay