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The Deadwood Stage (Whip-Crack-Away!)
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The Deadwood Stage (Whip-Crack-Away!) Lyrics

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Verse 1
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
Verse 2
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
Verse 3
We're headin' straight for town, loaded down, with a fancy cargo,
Care of Wells and Fargo, Illinois, boy
Verse 4
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
Verse 5
The wheels go turnin' round, homeward bound,
Can't you hear 'em humming,
Happy times are coming for to stay, hey
Verse 6
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
Verse 7
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
Verse 8
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
Verse 9
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
Verse 10
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

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