The Deadwood Stage

(アルバム： Calamity Jane - 1953)

Oh! The Deadwood Stage is a-rolling on over the plains,
With the curtains flapping and the driver slapping the reins.
Beautiful sky! A wonderful day!
Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!

Oh! The Deadwood Stage is a-heading 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 heading straight for town, loaded down, with a fancy cargo,
Care of Wells and Fargo, Illinois Boy!

Oh! The Deadwood Stage is a-coming on over the crest,
Like a homing pigeon that's a-hankering after its nest.
Twenty-three miles we've covered today.
So, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!, Whip crack-away!

The wheels go turning 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 thumping 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!

Introducing 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