Nanci Griffith - Deadwood, South Dakota lyrics

Well, the good times scratched a laugh
From the lungs of the young men
In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon
And the old ones by the door
With their heads on their chests
They told lies about whiskey
On a woman's breath

Yes, and some tell the story
Of young Mickey Free
Who lost an eye to a buck
Deer in the Tongue River Valley
Oh and some tell the story of California Joe
Who sent word through the Black Hills
There 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 thank the Lord
For the land that they live in
Where the white man does as he please, s

Some flat-shoed fool from the
East comes a-runnin'
With some news that he'd read
In some St joseph paper
And it was "Drinks all around" cause
The news he was tellin'
Was the one they called Crazy
Has been caught and been dealt with

And the Easterner he read the
News from the paper
And the old ones moved closer
So's they could hear better
"Well it says here that Crazy Horse
Was killed while trying to escape
And that was some time last September
It 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 thank the Lord
For the land that they live in
Where the white man does as he please, s

Where the white man does as he please, s

Then the talk turned back
To whiskey and women
And cold nights on the plains, Lord
And fightin' them indians
And the Easterner he says he'll have one more
'fore he goes
He gives the paper to the Crow boy
Who sweeps up the floor

And the gold she lay cold in their pockets
And the sun she sets down on the trees
And they thank the Lord
For the land that they live in
Where the white man does as he please, s

Where the white man does as he please, s
Where the white man does as he please, s
As he wants to, as he please, s