| Camptown ladies sing this song, doo-dah, doo-dah
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| Camptown racetrack five miles long, oh da-doo-dah-day
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| I come down there with my hat caved in, doo-dah, doo-dah
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| I go back home with a pocket full of tin, oh da-doo-dah-day
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| Going to run all night, going to run all day
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| I’ll bet my money on the bobtail nag
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| Somebody bet on the gray
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| The long-tail filly and the big black horse, doo-dah, doo-dah
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| They fly the track and they both cut across, oh da-doo-dah-day
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| The blind horse sticking in a big mud hole, doo-dah, doo-dah
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| Can’t touch the bottom with a ten-foot pole, oh da-doo-dah-day
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| Going to run all night, going to run all day
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| I’ll bet my money on the bobtail nag
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| Somebody bet on the gray
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| See them flying on a ten-mile heat, doo-dah, doo-dah
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| Round the racetrack, then repeat, oh da-doo-dah-day
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| I win my money on the bobtail nag, doo-dah, doo-dah
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| I keep my money in an old tow bag, oh da-doo-dah-day
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| Going to run all night, going to run all day
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| I’ll bet my money on the bobtail nag
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| Somebody bet on the gray
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| Somebody bet on the gray
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| Somebody bet on the gray |