The Deadwood Stage (Whip Crack Away) Songtext
von Doris Day

Oh, the Deadwood stage′s a-rollin' on over the plains
With the curtains flappin′ an' the driver a-slappin' the reins
A beautiful sky
A wonderful day
Whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away!

Oh, the Deadwood stage′s a-headin′ on over the hills
Where the Injun arrows are thicker 'n porcupine quills
Dangerous land, no time to delay
So whip-crack-away whip-crack-away, whip-crack-away!

We′re headin' straight fer town loaded down with a fancy cargo
Care of Wells & Fargo, Illinois Boy!

Oh, the Deadwood stage′s a-comin' on over the crest
Like a homin′ pigeon 'at'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
Cain'tcha hear ′em hummin'?
Happy times are comin′ fer to stay Hey!


We'll be home tonight by the light of the silv'ry moon
An′ my heart′s a-thumpin' like a mandolin a-plunkin′ a tune
When I git 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
Jist as busy as a fizzy sarsp′rilla
Ain't a showman any 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 did you get ′em fancy clothes?
I know! Off some feller's laundry line!
Hi, Bo! Aren′tcha the prairie rose
Smellin' like a watermelon vine?

Here′s the 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 flirtin′ with disaster
When Bill Hickok′s reputation ya malign
And I'm glad to say he′s a very good friend of a friend of mine!


Oh, my throat's as dry as the desert thistle in May
In the Golden Garter gonna wet my whistle today
Last to the bar′s a three-legged crow!
Set 'em up, Joe! Set ′em up, Joe! Set 'em up, Joe!
Set 'em up, Joe!