Doris Day Follow

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 sasparilla
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' with

With the curtains flappin' and the driver slappin' the reins
A beautiful sky, a wonderful day