(Eric Taylor)
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Well, the good times scratched a laugh
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From the lungs of the young men
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In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon
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And the old ones by the door
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With their heads on their chests,
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They told lies about whiskey on a womans breath
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Yes, and some tell the story of young Mickey Free
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Who lost an eye to a buck deer in the Tongue River Valley
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Oh and some tell the story of California Joe
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Who sent word through the Black Hills
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There was a mountain of gold
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[Chorus:]
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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 thank the Lord
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For the land that they live in
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Where the white man does as he pleases
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Some flat-shoed fool from the East comes a-runnin'
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With some news that he'd read in some St. Joseph paper
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And it was "Drinks all around" cause the news he was tellin'
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Was the one they called Crazy
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Has been caught and been dealt with
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And the Easterner he read the news from the paper
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And the old ones moved closer so's they could hear better
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"Well it says here that Crazy Horse
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Was killed while trying to escape,
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And that was some time last September,
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It don't give the exact date"
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[Chorus]
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Where the white man does as he pleases
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Then the talk turned back to whiskey and women
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And cold nights on the plains, Lord
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And fightin' them indians
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And the Easterner he says he'll have one more
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'fore he goes
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He gives the paper to the Crow boy
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Who sweeps up the floor
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[Chorus]
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Where the white man does as he pleases
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Where the white man does as he pleases
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As he wants to, as he pleases
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Deadwood, South Dakota
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| Nanci Griffith |
