Lyrics:

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