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The Deadwood Stage Lyrics - Artist : Doris Day
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! 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 sarsaparilla 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. 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, gonna wet my whistle today Last at the bars, a three-legged crow Set 'em up, Joe Set 'em up, Joe Set 'em up, Joe Set 'em up, Joe |
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