Doris Day - Deadwood Stage lyrics

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 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 G