The Deadwood Stage (Whip-Crack-Away!)
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
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
Autor(es): PAUL FRANCIS WEBSTER, SAMMY FAIN
