Doris Day - The 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