收聽Doris Day的The Deadwood Stage (Whip-Crack-Away!)  (Digitally Remastered)歌詞歌曲

The Deadwood Stage (Whip-Crack-Away!) (Digitally Remastered)

Doris Day2007年5月1日

The Deadwood Stage (Whip-Crack-Away!) (Digitally Remastered) 歌詞

The Deradwood Stage(Whip-Crack-Away) - Doris Day

Written by:Sammy Fain/Paul Webster

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 it's 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 d'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