Oh! the deadwood stage is a-rollinand' on over the plains,
with the curtains flappinand' and the driver slappinand' the reins.
beautiful sky! a wonderful day!
whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!
Oh! the deadwood stage is a-headinand' 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!
Weand're headinand' straight for town, loaded down, with a fancy cargo,
care of wells and fargo, illinois - boy!
Oh! the deadwood stage is a-cominand' on over the crest,
like a homing pigeon thatand's a-hankerinand' after its nest.
twenty-three miles weand've covered today.
so, whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!
The wheels go turninand' round, homeward bound,
canand't you hear and'em humming,
happy times are coming for to stay - hey!
Weand'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon,
and our hearts are thumpinand' like a mandolin a-plunking a tune.
when i get home, iand'm fixing to stay.
so, whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!
whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!, whip crack-away!
Introducinand' henry miller,
just as busy as a fizzy sarsparilla.
heand's a showman and heand's smarter,
operates the golden garter,
where the cream of deadwood city come to dine.
and iand'm glad to say heand's a very good friend of mine.
Hi joe, say where dand'you get them fancy clothes?
i know! off some fellowand's laundry line.
hi beau. well arenand't you the prairie rose,
smelling like a watermelon vine.
Hereand's a man the sheriff watches.
on his gun thereand's more and'n twenty-seven notches.
on the draw thereand's no-one faster
and youand're flirting with disaster
when bill hickokand's reputation you malign.
and iand'm glad to say heand'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 iand'm gonna wet my whistle today
last to the bar is a three legged crow
set and'em up joe, set and'em up joe, set and'em up joe.
