Lyrics by Stephen Foster

The Camptown ladies sing this song
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
The Camptown racetrack's five miles long
Oh! doo-dah day!
The long tail filly and the big black hoss
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
They fly the track and they both cut across
Oh! de doo-dah day!
Goin' [bad word] all night
Goin' [bad word] all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the bey

 [bad word] down there with my hat caved in
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home with a pocket full of tin
Oh! de doo-dah day!
The blind hoss sticken in a big mud hole
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Can’t touch bottom with a ten foot pole
Oh! de doo-dah day!
Goin' [bad word] all night
Goin' [bad word] all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the bey

Old muley [bad word] on to the track
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
The bob-tail fling her over his back
Oh! de doo-dah day!
Then fly along like a rail-road car
Doo-dah! doo-dah! [bad word]  a race with a shootin’ star
Oh! de doo-dah day!
Goin' [bad word] all night
Goin' [bad word] all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the bey

See them flyin’ on a ten mile heat
Doo-dah! Doo-dah!
Round the race track, then repeat
Oh! doo-dah day!
I win my money on the bob-tail nag
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I keep my money in an old tow-bag
Oh! doo-dah day!
Goin' [bad word] all night
Goin' [bad word] all day
I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag
Somebody bet on the bey