The Deadwood Stage Songtext
von Doris Day with Howard Keel

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...
Ducin′ 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