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    "Deadwood Stage (Whip-Crack-Away)" Lyrics

    Sammy Fain

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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
    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 sarsparilla
    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' wit
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Thanks to Snap for the contribution to this song.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Paul Francis Webster, Sammy Fain.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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