Deadwood

The good times scratched a laugh from the lungs of a young man

In a Deadwood saloon South Dakota afternoon

And the old ones by the door with their heads to their chests

They told lies about whiskey on a woman's breast

Some tell the story of young Mickey Free

Lost an eye to a buck deer in the Tongue river valley

Some tell the story of California Joe

He sent word that the Black Hills they was a mountain of gold

And the gold she lay cold in their pockets

And the sun she sets down on the trees

And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in

Where a white man well he does as he pleases

Some flat shoed fool from the east come a running

With some news that he read in some St Joseph paper

And its drinks all around cause the news he's a telling

Is the one they call crazy has been caught and been dealt with

And the Easterner he reads the news from the paper

And the old ones draw nearer so that they can hear better

Well it says here that Crazy Horse was killed while he was trying to

escape

Says is was sometime last September and don't give the exact date

And the gold she lay cold in their pockets

And the sun she sets down on the trees

And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in

Where a white man well he does as he pleases

Then the talk turned back to whisky and women

Cold nights on the plains lord fighting the Indians

The Easterner says he'll have one more before he goes

He gives up the paper to the Crow boy sweeps up the floor

And the gold she lay cold in their pockets

And the sun she sets down on the trees

And they'll thank the Lord for this land that they live in

Where a white man well he does as he pleases