The Deadwood Stage (Whip-Crack-Away!)

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