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Eric Taylor Deadwood written by Eric Taylor
Eric Taylor vocals/acoustic guitar
Glenn Fukunaga bass
Gene Elders violin
John Hagen cello
Chris Maresh acoustic bass
James Gilmer percussion
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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)