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 to 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 pleases      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   Had 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 he was trying to escape   And it was some time last September and 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 pleases   Where the white man does as he pleases      Then the talk turned back to whiskey and women   And cold nights on the plains, Lord, and fightin' those 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 still lay cold in their pockets   And the sun still sets down on their trees   And they thank the Lord for the land that they live in   Where the white man does as he pleases   Where the white man does as he pleases   Where the white man does as he pleases   As he wants to, as he pleases