Calamity Jane (1953) The Deadwood Stage - Doris Day

Oh!

The Deadwood Stage is a-rollin' on over the plains

With the curtains flappin' and the driver slappin' the reins

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 homing 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 humming

Happy times are coming for to stay — hey!

We’ll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon

And our hearts are thumpin' 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!

Introducin' Henry Miller

Just as busy as a fizzy sasparilla

He’s 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 fellow’s laundry line

Hi Beau, aren’t you the Prairie Rose

Smelling like a watermelon vine

Here’s a 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 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 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!