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"Deadwood South Dakota" by Eric Taylor 

Here's another song just played to a descending bass line...I usually play this
in G rather than C however.

C                                C/B            Am7          Am/G             
Well, the good times scratched a laugh from the lungs of the young men,

     F                         G     
In a Deadwood saloon, South Dakota afternoon,

        C               C/B             Am7            Am/G
And the old ones by the door with their chins to their chests,

          F                       G
They told lies about whiskey on a woman's breath

          C            C/B       Am7         Am/G   
Yes, and some tell the story of young Mickey Free,

            F                         G
Who lost an eye to a buck deer in the Tongue River Valley,

       C             C/B       Am7        Am/G
Oh and some tell the story of California Joe,

         F                                        G
Who sent word through the Black Hills there was a mountain of gold.


(Chorus)
        Am            Am/G         F 
And the gold she lay cold in their pockets,

        Am           Am/G         F 
And the sun she sets down on the trees,

         Am        Am/G         F   
And they thank the Lord for the land that they live in,

          C          C/B         F        G 
Where the white man does as he pleases

 

Some flat-shoed fool from the East come 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 gathered closer so's they could hear better
"And 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"

(repeat chorus)

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.

(repeat chorus)
Where the white man does as he pleases
Where the white man does as he pleases

     G                C
As he wants to, as he pleases