Clickity clack clack, clickity clack clack
Clickity clack clack, clickity clack clack roll on, roll on
Camptown race is five miles long
Songwriters: Neil Fallon, Jean-Paul Gaster, Dan Maines, Tim Sult
On our way to Washington, where work is done by men with gavels
Here, I got an I O U
I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together
Baltimore and Ohio
Between we two there's half a small sack
I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly's saddle
Don't be eating all the hard tack
Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle
Looking like it's always closing
You keep floating on the river
Elephant riders to the northwest bring news from father
Elephant riders to the northwest bring news from father
Just outside of Antietam, where once there was a mighty battle
Publishers: FREON JUSTICE MUSIC, SONY/ATV TUNES LLC
Keep on keeping on the low road
Yeah, until the day is done
I heard a sound that just about removed me from my filly's saddle
Elephant riders to the northwest bring news of battle
Elephant riders to the northwest bring news from father
Giddy up pony, giddy up pony
Still, we got miles to
On our way to Washington, where work is done by men with gavels
Giddy up pony, giddy up pony, ride on, ride on
The Salty Dog is always open
I'll keep pulling on the towpath
I heard the rhythm of the hammers beating the rail lines together
Chesapeake and Ohio
Because on the higher ground you will find