The Deadwood Stage

Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-rollin' on over the plains

With the curtains flappin' and the driver slappin' the reins

A beautiful sky, a wonderful day

Whip crack-away, whip crack-away, whip crack-away

Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-headin' on over the hills

Where the Injun arrows are thicker than porcupine quills

Dangerous land, no time to delay

[00:59.26][01:24.73]So whip crack-away, whip crack-away, whip crack-away

We're headin' straight for town, loaded down

With a fancy cargo, care of Wells and Fargo, Illinois - Boy!

Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-comin' on over the crest

Like a homin' pigeon that's a-hankerin' after its nest

Twenty-three miles we've covered today

The wheels go turnin' round, homeward bound

Can't you hear 'em hummin'

Happy times are comin' for to stay - hey!

We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon

And my heart's a-thumpin' like a mandolin a-plunkin' a tune

When I get home, I'm fixin' to stay

Whip crack-away, whip crack-away, whip crack-away...

Introducin' Henry Miller,

just as busy as a fizzy sarsparilla

Ain't a showman and he's smarter,

operates the Golden Garter

Where the cream of Deadwood City come to dine

And I'm glad to say he's a very good friend of mine

Hi Joe, say where d'you get them fancy clothes

I know, off some fella's laundry line

Hi Beau, aren't you the Prairie Rose

Smellin' like a watermelon vine

Here's the man the Sheriff watches

On his gun there's more than twenty-seven notches

On the draw there's no-one faster and you're flirtin' wit