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Musical: Calamity Jane
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I just blew in from the windy city The windy city is mighty purty But they ain't got what we got, no sirree They got shacks up to seven storeys Never see any morning glories But a step from our doorway We got 'em fer free They've got those minstrel shows Purty ladies in the big chapeaus Private lawns, public parks For the sake of civic virtue They've got fountains there that squirt you I just blew in from the windy city The windy city is mighty purty But they ain't got what we got. I'm telling you, boys, We got more life in Deadwood city than in all of Illinois! On the street was a dancin' feller All dressed up in a suit of yeller Aand the dance that he did there Went somethin' like this... Whistle! (whistling) More! (Dance Interlude) You shoulda seen me a-winder shopping A-winder shopping with eyes a-poppin' At the sights that you see there, yes sirree! Press a bell and a moment later Up you go in an elevator Just as fast as a polecat a-climbin' a tree I heard claim hundreds came To a thing they call a baseball game! Cigar stores, revolving doors Men wear sideburns and they oughter 'Cause a haircut costs a quarter I just blew in from the windy city, The windy city is mighty purty But they ain't got what we got. I'm tellin' ya, boys I ain't a-swappin' half of Deadwood for the whole of Illinois!
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