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CRACK OF A WHIP

Load up Captain of fifty
Tears fall down…drip drip
Goodbye sweet Nauvoo
At the break of dawn and the crack of a whip
Sound off Captain of fifty
Hold tight, wagon don’t tip
River cross on over
At the break of dawn and the crack of a whip

We crossed that wide Mississippi
Sugar Creek, Farmington, Bonaparte
Cross the Des Moines…how the rain fell hard
Bloomfield, Chariton, Locust Creek
“Come, Come Ye Saints” Brother Clayton did sing
Nishnabotna, Garden Grove
Mount Pisgah how the prairie winds blow
Never did stop raining from Kanesville to Council Bluffs
Cross that cold Missouri looked out off the end of the earth
Winter Quarters was some long hard months
As we buried so many of the ones we loved

Load up Captain of fifty
Rain falls down…drip drip
Wagon train roll on
At the break of dawn and the crack of a whip
Sound off Captain of fifty
Hold tight, wagon don’t tip
River cross on through
At the break of dawn and the crack of a whip

Cold Spring Camp, The Elk Horn flows
Say hello to the Liberty Pole
Head due west along the Platte
The ox get mean as they lose that fat
Laramie, Sand Hill, Chimney Rock
We bowed our heads said a prayer to God
That we’d make it on through to DEVIL’S GATE
Gotta fix that wheel, no time to waste
Willow Springs, Split Rock, through South Pass
Green River Camp…will the salt pork last
Church Butte, Bridger Trading Post
Once you thread that Needle let the wagons coast

Load up Captain of fifty
Sweat falls down…drip drip
Wagon train roll on
At the break of dawn and the crack of a whip
Sound off Captain of fifty
Hold tight, wagon don’t tip
Hot sun beatin’ on down
At the break of dawn and the crack of a whip

When the sun goes down, circle those wagons ’round
Feet swell up from a long hard day
But we can’t help dance when the Pitts band plays

Echo Canyon…can you hear my name…
coming back the same
I can feel that salt blowing in my sunburned face
As I hear those words, “This is the right place!”
Whooooooooooooooo!

Rock on Captain of fifty
Sweat falls down…drip drip
Wagon train roll on
At the break of dawn and the crack of a whip
Sound off Captain of fifty
Hold tight, wagon don’t tip
Saints roll on, bring it on home
At the break of dawn and the crack of a whip

words and music by Jason Deere

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