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Doris Day
DEADWOOD STAGE
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DEADWOOD STAGE,
Doris Day
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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 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.
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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 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.
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