Deadwood

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The good times scratched a laugh from the lungs of a young man 
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In a Deadwood saloon South Dakota afternoon 
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And the old ones by  the door with their heads to their chests 
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They told lies about whiskey on a woman's breast 
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Some tell the story of young Mickey Free  
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Lost an eye to a buck deer in the Tongue river valley  
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Some tell the story of California Joe  
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He sent word that    the Black Hills they  was a mountain of gold 
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And the gold she lay cold in their pockets 
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And the sun she sets down on the trees 
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And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in 
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Where a white man well he does as he pleases 
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Some flat shoed  fool from the east come a running  
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With some news that he read in some St Joseph paper  
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And its drinks all around cause the news he's a telling  
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Is the one they call crazy has been caught and been dealt with 
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And the Easterner he reads the news from the paper  
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And the old ones draw nearer so that they can hear better  
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Well it says here that Crazy Horse was killed while he was trying to 
escape  
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Says is was sometime last September and don't give the exact date 
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And the gold she lay cold in their pockets 
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And the sun she sets down on the trees 
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And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in 
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Where a white man well he does as he pleases 
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Then the talk turned back to whisky and women  
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Cold nights on the  plains  lord fighting the Indians  
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The Easterner says he'll have one more before he goes  
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He gives up the paper to the Crow boy sweeps up the floor 
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And the gold she lay cold in their pockets 
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And the sun she sets down on the trees 
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And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in 
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Where a white man well he does as he pleases 
 
From Eric Taylor "Eric Taylor" 
Watermelon Records WM 1040 
P.O. Box 402088 Austin, Texas 78704 
512-472-6192 
Copyright 1995 Songs Of PolyGram Intl/Blue Ruby Music (BMI)