The Deadwood Stage

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!

Introducin' 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

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