Monday 8 January 2024

Camptown Races

 "Camptown Races" is a catchy tune and one that you probably remember from childhood. You may even have taught your own children how to sing it. Written by preeminent American songwriter Stephen Foster (1826–1864) in the mid-1800s, the song has long been a favorite among American folk songs, and the first verse is a definite earworm: 

"De Camptown ladies sing this song,

Doo-da, Doo-da

De Camptown racetrack's five miles long

Oh, doo-da day" 

Camptown in Pennsylvania, near Foster's hometown, is thought by some to be the inspiration for the song, though the Pennsylvania Historical and Museum Commission cannot say for certain whether there was a racetrack in or near the city or its length. Other sources say that there were horse races from the city to Wyalusing, Pennsylvania, about five miles between each city center. Others believe the song refers to "camp towns," established by transient workers near railroads. Or it could be all of the above.  

The song reflects an important transition time in American history, as the tune was popular in the decade leading up to the Civil War. Migrant workers were common in this time period, as were their camp towns. Establishment of these camps made it easier for the workers to hop trains as they went from job to job and town to town, and they were often populated by African-Americans. 

One cannot overlook the comical song's relevance to the minstrel shows that often parodied the African-American population. The original title of the song, "Gwine to Run All Night," referenced the African-American stereotype dialect in which the song was written. The lyrics talk about a group of transients in a camp town who bet on horses to try to make some money. Being that betting on horses was considered immoral, the "Camptown ladies" may also have been shady. 

"Gwine to run all night,

Gwine to run all day,

I bet my money on a bob-tailed nag,

Somebody bet on the gray."

The minstrel tradition, which featured performers painting their faces Black to mock African-Americans, is now considered incredibly racist, but this and other songs written during that period have managed to stick around in our national repertory as standards. 

"Camptown Races" was written and first published in 1850 by Foster, who is often called "America's first composer" or "father of American music" and is well-known for many catchy tunes, including "Oh! Susanna." Every year before the Kentucky Derby, Foster's "My Old Kentucky Home" is sung with great fervor as well. He wrote about 200 songs, penning the music as well as the lyrics. 

The first recording of "Camptown Races" was made by Christy's Minstrels. The mid-1850s were a popular time for minstrel shows, and Edwin P. Christy's group was among the best known. Their success stemmed from their relationship with Foster, as they often sang his latest songs. 

The Camptown Races run today are run by people rather than horses. It's an annual 10K race that has almost three miles of trail, including a stream crossing.

To download the easy alphanotes sheet music, look here. Enjoy!

Lyrics:


Camptown ladies sing this song,
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Camptown race-track five miles long,
Oh, doo-dah day!
 
I come down here with my hat caved in,
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I go back home with a pocket full of tin,
Oh, doo-dah day!
 
Chorus:
Gonna run all night!
Gonna run all day!
I'll bet my money on a bob-tail nag,
Somebody bet on the bay.
 
The long tail filly and the big black horse,
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
They fly the track and they cut across,
Oh, 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, doo-dah-day!
 
Chorus
 
Old muley cow come on to the track,
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
The bob-tail fling her over his back,
Oh, doo-dah-day!
 
Then fly along like a rail-road car,
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
Runnin' a race with a shootin' star,
Oh, doo-dah-day!
 
Chorus
 
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 de bob-tail nag,
Doo-dah! doo-dah!
I keep my money in an old tow-bag,
Oh, doo-dah-day!
 
Chorus
 




















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