Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Deadwood Stage (whip Crack Away), artist - Doris Day. Date of issue: 15.12.2008
Song language: English
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 sasparilla |
| 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, 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 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 |
| Set 'em up, Joe! |