[00:00.00] 作曲 : Sammy Fain
[00:04.41]Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-rollin' on over the plains
[00:08.52]With the curtains flappin' and the driver slappin' the reins
[00:12.92]A beautiful sky, a wonderful day
[00:17.23]Whip crack-away, whip crack-away, whip crack-away
[00:21.30]Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-headin' on over the hills
[00:25.43]Where the Injun arrows are thicker than porcupine quills
[00:30.01]Dangerous land, no time to delay
[00:33.76][00:59.26][01:24.73]So whip crack-away, whip crack-away, whip crack-away
[00:37.90]We're headin' straight for town, loaded down
[00:40.54]With a fancy cargo, care of Wells and Fargo, Illinois - Boy!
[00:46.91]Oh the Deadwood Stage is a-comin' on over the crest
[00:51.04]Like a homin' pigeon that's a-hankerin' after its nest
[00:55.62]Twenty-three miles we've covered today
[01:03.33]The wheels go turnin' round, homeward bound
[01:05.89]Can't you hear 'em hummin'
[01:08.18]Happy times are comin' for to stay - hey!
[01:12.30]We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon
[01:16.53]And my heart's a-thumpin' like a mandolin a-plunkin' a tune
[01:20.95]When I get home, I'm fixin' to stay
[01:29.54]Whip crack-away, whip crack-away, whip crack-away...
[01:51.97]Introducin' Henry Miller,
[01:55.29]just as busy as a fizzy sarsparilla
[01:58.67]Ain't a showman and he's smarter,
[02:00.41]operates the Golden Garter
[02:02.07]Where the cream of Deadwood City come to dine
[02:05.50]And I'm glad to say he's a very good friend of mine
[02:11.03]Hi Joe, say where d'you get them fancy clothes
[02:14.58]I know, off some fella's laundry line
[02:17.90]Hi Beau, aren't you the Prairie Rose
[02:21.29]Smellin' like a watermelon vine
[02:26.19]Here's the man the Sheriff watches
[02:29.47]On his gun there's more than twenty-seven notches
[02:33.25]On the draw there's no-one faster and you're flirtin' wit

作曲 : Sammy Fain
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
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
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