歌词
Oh! the deadwood stage is a-rollin' on over the plains,
With the curtains flappin' and the driver slappin' the reins.
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!
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 homing pigeon that's a-hankerin' after its nest.
Twenty-three miles we've covered today.
So, whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!
The wheels go turnin' round, homeward bound,
Can't you hear 'em humming,
Happy times are coming for to stay - hey!
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon,
And our hearts are thumpin' like a mandolin a-plunking a tune.
When i get home, i'm fixing to stay.
So, whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!
Whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!
Ducin' henry miller,
Just as busy as a fizzy sarsparilla.
He's 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 fellow's laundry line.
Hi beau. well aren't you the prairie rose,
Smelling like a watermelon vine.
Here's a man the sheriff watches.
On his gun there's more 'n twenty-seven notches.
On the draw there's no-one faster
And you're flirting with disaster
When bill hickok's reputation you malign.
And i'm glad to say he's a very good friend, of a friend of mine.
Oh my throats as dry as a desert thistle in may
In the golden garter i'm gonna wet my whistle today
Last to the bar is a three legged crow
Set 'em up joe, set 'em up joe, set 'em up joe.