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Originally Posted by reworht
Dunno about that - but you should certainly have been on the stage (no, NOT the Deadwood Stage!)
- sweeping it up after the cabaret had finished  
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I know a song to sing whilst I am sweeping
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
They don't write them like this anymore,our Derek would be smiling listening to Doris