Deadwood, South Dakota
The good times scratched a laugh from the
lungs of the youmg men in a Deadwood saloon
South Dakota afternoon, And the old ones by
the door with their heads on ther chests
they told lies about the whiskey on a woman's
breath And the gold she lay cold in their
pockets, and the sun sets down on the trees
and they thanked the Lord
for the land that they live in where
the white man does as he pleases.
Some tell the story of young Mickey Free
Lost an eye to a buck deer in the Tongue River Valley
Some tell the stroy of Dalifornia Joe
He sent word through the Black Hills was a mouhtain of gold.
And the gold she lay cold in their pockets,
And the sun sets down on the trees
And they thanked the Lord for the land that they live in
Where the white man does as he pleases.
Some flat-shooed fool from the East come running
With some news that he'd read in some St' Joseph paper
And it's "Drinks all around" 'cause the news that he's tellin'
Is the one they call Crazu has been caught and been dealt with
Well, the Easterner, he reads the news from the paper
And the old ones draw closer so's that they can hear better
"Well, it says here that Crazy Horse was killed while he was trying to escape
Says it was sometime last September, it don't give the exact date."
Then the talk turned back to the whiskey and women
And cold nights on the plains and fightin' the Indians
The Easterner says he'll have one more 'for he goes
He gives the paper to the Crow boy that sweeps up the floor
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