Letras
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