The Deadwood Stage (Whip Crack Away)-Doris Day

歌手 : Doris Day
语种 : 英语
时长 : 03:14

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TXT The Deadwood Stage (Whip Crack Away)-Doris Day 文本歌词

The Deadwood Stage (Whip Crack Away) - 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 its 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 do 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