The Deadwood Stage

Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-rollin' on over the plains With the curtains flappin' and the driver a-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 homin' pigeon that's a-hankerin' after its nest 23 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 comin' through 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 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 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 that Sheriff watches On his gun, there's more than 27 notches On the draw, there's no one faster and you're flirtin' 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 throat's as dry as a desert thistle in May In the Golden Garter, gonna wet my whistle today Last to the bar's a three-legged crow Set 'em up Joe, set 'em up Joe, set 'em up Joe Set 'em up Joe