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!
ducin' 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.
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.
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 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.