Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-rollinâ² on over the plains
With the curtains flappin' and the driver a-slappinâ² 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 headinâ² straight for town
Loaded down with a fancy cargo
Care of Wells and Fargo, Illinois, boy!
Oh, the Deadwood Stage is a-cominâ² on over the crest
Like a homin' pigeon thatâ²s a-hankerin' after its nest
23 miles weâ²ve covered today
So, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away
The wheels go turnin' round, homeward bound
Canâ²t you hear 'em humming?
Happy times are comin' through to stay, hey!
Weâ²ll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
And my heartâ²s a-thumpin' like a mandolin a-plunkinâ² a tune
When I get home, I'm fixinâ² 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
Ainâ²t 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 heâ²s a very good friend of mine
Hi, Joe, say, whereâ²d you get them fancy clothes?
I know, off some fella's laundry line
Hi, Beau, arenâ²t you the Prairie Rose
Smellin' like a watermelon vine?
Hereâ²s the man that Sheriff watches
On his gun, there's more than 27 notches
On the draw, thereâ²s no one faster and you're flirtin' with disaster
When Bill Hickokâ²s reputation you malign
And Iâ²m glad to say he's a very good friend of a friend of mine
Oh, my throatâ²s 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 â²em up Joe, set 'em up Joe, set â²em up Joe
Set 'em up Joe
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