Текст песни The Deadwood Stage (From "Clamity Jane") - 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!

Here they be, here they be. How's about a welcome?
A peaceful sort of welcome for the gang - Bang!

The Deadwood Stage is a-finally home again.
Well excuse my stammer, if it ain't Calamity Jane.
Hi-ya Calam...
What you bring us today?
New rubber boots,
Ten dollar suits,
Things to crochet.

Beads that sparkle like a prism, snake oil for your rheumatism,
Calico and gingham for the girls.
Gumdrops made in Chicag-y, Gumdrops just a trifle soggy,
And a genuine string of artificial pearls.

Here's a hat from Cincinnati, same as Adelina Patti
Wore in every famous concert hall.
Cast your eye on Dr. Boris' patent-pending hair restorer,
Guaranteed to grow hair on a billiard ball.

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 fellow's laundry line.
Hi Beau. Well 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.
But I'm glad to say he's a very good friend, of a friend of mine.

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

Drinks on the house, Drinks on the house!

Set 'em up Joe