The Deadwood Stage (Whip-crack-away) [From "Calamity Jane"] - Doris Day (多丽丝·戴)

Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-rolling on over the plains

With the curtains flapping and the driver slapping the reins

A 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 it's 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

Cangt 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 my heart's a-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

Aingt 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 arengt you the Prairie Rose

Smelling 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 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 Golden Garter I'm gonna wet my whistle today

Last to the bar is a three legged crow

Set'em up joe set'em up joe set'em up joe

Set'em up joe