Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-rollin' on over the plains With the curtains flappin' and the driver slappin' the reins A 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 homin' 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 hummin' Happy times are comin' for to stay, hey We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon And my heart's a-thumpin' like a mandolin, a-plunkin' a tune When I get home, I'm fixin' 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 Ain't 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 fella's laundry line Hi beau, aren't you the Prairie Rose Smellin' like a watermelon vine Here's the man the sheriff watches On his gun, there's more than twenty seven notches On the draw, there's no one faster and you're flirtin' with