Now I shout it from the highest hills,
even told the golden daffodils.
At last my heart's an open door,
and my secret love's no secret anymore.
Ain't going back to the windy city,
the windy city is mighty pretty,
but it ain't got what I've got,
I'm telling you boys,
I wouldn't trade this golden nugget
for the whole of Illinois.
My heart is higher than a hawk,
my love is deeper than a well,
I'm thinkin' in a little while
my lovin' I'll be doin' very well....
We'll be home tonight by the light of the silvery moon.
And my hearts a-thumpin' like a mandolin a-plunkin' a tune.
When we get home we're fixin' to stay,
so whipcrack away, whipcrack away, whipcrack away!
Oh, the Deadwood stage is a-rollin' on over the plains,
with the curtains flappin' and the driver slappin' the reins.
A beautiful sky!
A wonderful day! Whipcrack away, whipcrack away, whipcrack away!
Whipcrack away, whipcrack away, whipcrack away!!!!
Last Update: June, 10th 2013