CHORUS.
Gwine to run all night,
Gwine to run all day,
I’ll bet my money on de bob-tail hoss,
Somebody bet on de bay.
Woolly moon came on de track,—Du da, du da,
Bob, he fling him ober his back—Du da, du da da.
Runnin’ along like a shootin’ star,—Du da, du da,
Runnin’ a race wid de rail-road car,—Du da, du da da.
Gwine to run all night, &c.