“DEADEYE’S WILD WEST – or Subterfuge in Spearfish” Ripped from the pages of dubious Black Hills history! Punctuated by original toe-tapping music! DEADEYE’S WILD WEST plays every Monday, Tuesday, and Wednesday night at 7:30, starting after the Fourth of July weekend and then running the rest of the month. The show features the big talent of Randy Bender (pictured) as old Deadeye Dan himself. Music composed by Scott Simpson, directed by Jon Steven Wiley, and written by Paul Higbee. SYNOPSIS “Deadeye’s Wild West, or Subterfuge in Spearfish”, is a family-friendly, fun-filled story with original music by Scott Simpson. Paul Higbee wrote of a time in Spearfish’s past when a traveling Wild West Show came to town. Local darling, Rosie, has a beautiful voice that might be added to the show, but she would have to leave the beautiful Black Hills to do it. But, Ma is suspicious, and thinks thar might be some ‘subterfuge’ going on. Could Deadeye be on the level? Does Rosie have anything to fear? Could we find ourselves in a better spot to laugh? Music will fill the historic theatre, as the story unfolds. Director, Jon Steven Wiley, said it is a real treat to be working again with Paul Higbee, the playwright of “Deadeye’s Wild West, or Subterfuge in Spearfish”. They have worked on many projects through the years. Jon Steven can remember ‘tar and feathering’ a villainous Paul Higbee in a melodrama years ago, as well as being the villain to Paul’s hero in others. In The Vaudevillians”, Paul’s tribute to entertainers of yesteryear, Wiley created several characters in the guise of doing a vaudeville show. They have worn different ‘hats’ through the years, but the outcome has always been fun. Scott Simpson, the musical composer and arranger, has also commented on how delighted he is in working with Higbee on a stage presentation. The three together make up quite the team, and their exuberance is shown in the production. Onstage in a 1906 historic theater Performances are staged in beautifully restored Matthews Opera House, one of the West’s oldest and most beloved venues. Located at 612 Main Street, Spearfish, the opera house is part of the Spearfish Arts Center. It first opened its doors to theater-goers in 1906. Message from the Director Back drops were used in theatrical productions for centuries, and were a staple to any reputable opera house. It was the same here at the Matthews. Some of our earliest records are from the purchasing of drops. We are proud to be using historical roll drops for this production. For the first scene, we are using a professionally produced roll drop from around 1919, which was purchased from the Twin City Scenery Company in Minneapolis. Our interior drop was created by local artist Laurie Williams-Hayes. And finally, the last drop also dates back to around 1919, but was created specifically for the Matthews. Many of the businesses listed are well-known. The drop was originally used in lieu of a front curtain, and sometimes referred to then as an oleo drop. In 2007, artist Jenny Braig was commissioned to re-furbish the drop and bring it to its original splendor. This drop is believed to have been used when silent movies were first presented at The Matthews, sometimes on a mixed billing with live acts as well as silent films playing in the same evening. They were witness to a time when children could bring their parents to the theatre and enjoy. I hope you find that the same is true today. We invite you to step into history, take a seat, and settle in for a rip-roaring show that’s all music and laughs. Check for more great entertainment throughout the year on the opera house stage including theatrical productions, concerts, and various live entertainment acts. MEET OUR CAST and CREW! (Ma) played by Janet Higbee …. owner of the Spearfish Hotel (Rosie) played by Hannah Lessly …. Ma’s only daughter (Deadeye Dan) played by Randy Bender … Star of his own Wild West Show (Badlands Bessie) played by Sarah Carlson … a reputed Wild West Legend Director: Jon Steven Wiley Playwright: Paul Higbee Composer: Scott Simpson Randy Bender Randy’s family moved to the Beautiful Black Hills in 1967 and he thought he’d died and gone to heaven! He did leave the area for 30 years while he traveled with a repertory theater company (he told his parents he’d run away and joined the circus). During that time he traveled across four continents and performed over 16,000 times. His audiences ranged from several thousand at a festival at Niagara Falls to the students of a bush school in South Africa to members of the Royal Family in Swaziland and troops on the DMZ in Korea. He returned home in 2004 where he combines his love of theater and local history by continuing to perform throughout the Hills Region and presentations at the Old Fort Meade Cavalry Museum Sarah Carlson Sarah’s theatrical talents are vast and varied. Presently she is the executive director of the Historic Homestake Opera House (HHOH) on Main Street, Lead. She spent nearly 15 years in Sioux Falls singing and acting in community theatre and in improv groups. She has worked with United Way and also the Downtown Sioux Falls Revitalization design committee. She continues to volunteer for nonprofit organizations in the Northern Hills. While in Sioux Falls, Sarah was frequently heard on the radio and seen on the television in her many commercial appearances. She enjoyed 9 years as an on-ice promotions emcee for Sioux Falls USHL Stampede Hockey. Carlson moved to Lead in 2008 to work for TDG Communications, an advertising firm and strong supporter of the arts while serving as a HHOH performer, marketing chair, and board secretary. Sarah is well known in the Black Hills for her theater portrayal of Calamity Jane. Janet Higbee Janet’s acting has led her to tour theatres around the country and also Canada. Acting is not her only talent, though. She has directed and also taught voice and piano for many years. Locally, she has acted in over twenty productions and has directed many as well. Some of her favorite roles are Sister Amnesia, from “Nunsense”, Maria from “The Sound of Music”, and playing Grandma to little three year old Kirby. Hannah Lessly Hannah will be a senior at Spearfish high school this fall, and stays plenty busy with choir and speech when she is not performing. She has been in multiple productions at the Matthews Opera house, and recently, she has had the opportunity to perform in, “Oklahoma!” (Laurie), “Les Miserables” (chorus member), “Little Shop of Horrors” (Mrs. Mushnik), and “Clue: The Musical” (Mrs. White)! It is wonderful to have her talent on our stage once again. Jon Steven Wiley – Director Jon Steven fell in love with the theatre at an early age and has participated in community productions since the 60′s. He studied theatre at Black Hills State and appeared many times on this very stage in the 70′s. He has been a tech for national tours, taught summer theatre, and was in the original touring cast of “The Vaudevillians”. He joined the company at Conklin’s Dinner Theatre in Central Illinois, where he eventually became a resident director. This will mark Jon Steven’s fifth production at the Matthews since retiring and returning to the wonderful Black Hills. Paul Higbee – Playwright Paul is best known as SOUTH DAKOTA MAGAZINE’s longtime Black Hills feature writer and columnist. He was also lead writer for South Dakota Public TV’s Emmy Award-winning history series, “Dakota Pathways”. In 1976, he wrote “The Phantom of Matthews Opera House”, a comedy developed specifically for this theatre that ran eight consecutive summers as a popular Black Hills visitor attraction. Scott Simpson – Composer, Musical director, Strings Scott has been an actor, director, writer and teacher. He has been singing, performing and composing music from age seven on. Since 2000, Scott’s released 17 independently-produced albums, each recorded and produced in his Spearfish studio, Dancin’ Moon. He has composed music for 5 films and enjoys working collaboratively with other writers, performers and directors. It has long been a dream of Scott’s to compose a musical for the stage. His love for Spearfish, the Black Hills and for Americana music made this collaborative effort with friend and writer Paul Higbee a perfect fit. Lyrics: Songs: Ma- Wild, Wild West Dan- Deadeye Dan Bessie- Canary Yeller Rosie- Lonely No More Rosie- Wildflower Moon Dan & Ma- Have I Got a Deal For You! Ma & Rosie- Like My Pa Dan & Rosie- Somethin’ Bout Somethin’ Ma & Bessie- A Mother Dan- Deadeye Dan Reprise Dan & Bessie- Hampton Town Dan & Bessie- Emiline Band- Canary Yeller Reprise (inst) Ma- At Home in Spearfish Cast & Band- Deadeye Dan Finale Wild Wild West Sung by Ma Cue: “Oh, ma. Don't tell that sad story again.” Some folks like to reminisce That the wild wild west was good Well if “wild” were good, your Pa was the best, If I could slap him on the back, I would, If I could slap him on the back I would! See, Marshall Bond was a brave man, his posses fine and true. So when the Deadwood stage was robbed again, we knew just what he'd do... The finest men in town were called to the square, for to make a plan. And their horses stamped, and their rifles shined and your Pa was the thirteenth man, your Pa was the thirteenth man. I told myself that a hero's born when a coward turns to face the storm and maybe this here mouse of mine will find his manhood redefined and when the posse caught their crook, and the outlaw scum was booked, and the West was won with them shiny guns and a whoop and a hollar in the blazin' sun and the beer went around in that Deadwood town your Pa found his manhood, sure... She was a purty thing, so I'm told, saloon girls always are... and when the men returned they were missing one, that snake who was your Pa! So I ran this inn all by myself near twenty back-breaking years wore my fingers to the bone never wasted any tears-- silk purses from sow's ears! I told myself that a hero's born when a coward turns to face the storm and maybe this here mouse of mine will find his manhood redefined and when the posse caught their crook, and the outlaw scum was booked, and the West was won with them shiny guns and a whoop and a hollar in the blazin' sun and the beer went around in that Deadwood town your Pa found his manhood, sure... Some folks like to reminisce That the wild wild west was good Well if “wild” were good, your Pa was the best, If I could slap him on the back, I would, If I could slap him on the back I would!   Deadeye Dan Sung by Dan Cue: “Bessie, we've met a skeptic. Let's give her a preview of our show!” I'm Deadeye Dan, I'm a Wild West man, I'm as sure with a Colt as a poker hand, I kin wrangle up a steer or a grizzly bear... you best watch yourself when you catch my stare... (music vamp as Dan struts around eyeing audience members) Bessie: Oh... this is the part I get so tired of. Ma: (after a pause) What's he doin'? Bessie: (sarcastically) Oh he's givin' everybody the “Deadeye” Ma: Well why's he walking like that? Bessie: He calls that his “six-gun swagger” Ma: (pause) Looks more like he sat in some cactus... (music stops, Dan turns upstage to look toward Ma) Rosie: He gives me goosebumps! (Dan smiles, tips hat to Rosie, delivers next verse straight to her, getting very close) (music kick in) I'm Deadeye Dan, I'm a Wild West man, I can win a fight-- or a pretty girl's hand, I got a strong lasso and my very own brand... (Dan makes eyes at Rosie as the music vamps... Ma begins to beeline toward the two, Dan notices and splits away left delivering the next line of the song) I ride off into the West and make a brand new plan... See the West isn't just a direction or a place, it's a grit in yer teeth and a scowl on yer face... I take this stage as a man on trial, You can judge me true with a frown or a smile! Just DON'T call me a liar... Deadeye Dan set the West on fire! (music stops abruptly as Dan goes into a spoken clarification of what he means) Dan: Unless you're talking about that, uh, blaze back in '78... now I was nowhere near that barn when... (music kicks in) I'm Deadeye Dan, I'm a Wild West man, as wise inside as old Solomon, a wisdom wrung from this lawless land... (music vamps) Dan: (spoken) Uhm... are there any Lawmen here tonight? You know, Deadeye Dan's always ready to support our public servants with a 50 cent discount! (music kicks in) So be sure to catch Deadeye Dan! Deadeye Dan! Deadeye Dan! Dan: (spoken as music wraps up) Three nights only! A dollar'll git you in the door!   Canary Yeller Sung by Bessy Cue:”…Let’s settle the score with a showdown in the street!” Okay, miss Calamity Jane You set out to find fortune and fame Too bad it’s such a shame You’re canary yeller with a dime-store name I was raised in the Badlands That’s how they got so bad All the snakes and the lizards and the coyotes there Would scatter when I got mad. Just cause I clean up purty Don’t mean I can’t still shoot. I’m a ten-clawed cougar with lightning speed In jeans and cowgirl boots! Okay, miss Calamity Jane You set out to find fortune and fame Too bad it’s such a shame You’re canary yeller with a dime-store name Buffalo Bill I jilted Butch Cassidy called me “Ma’am” Wyatt Earp just wet his boots ‘n them Daltons, they all ran They say a woman’s place is in the home Well, I’m at home on the open range I kin ride ‘n shoot ‘n spit ‘n cuss And I reckon that won’t change Okay, miss Calamity Jane Badlands Bessy’s the real thang Too bad it’s such a shame You’re canary yeller with a dime-store name Boo-Hoo, miss Calamity Jane Badlands Bessy’s at the reins You should hang yer sissy head in shame You’re canary yeller with a dime-store name Yeah Badlands Bessy’s the real thang… ‘n you’re canary yeller with a dime-store name… Lonely No More Sung by Rosie Cue: “Thank-you… This here’s a lonely old cowboy song about love.” Out on the mesa You don’t have to face A thousand prying eyes Up on the mountain You don’t have to count All them busy folk passin’ you by Just give me a place With only your face And I’ll never be lonely no more Down on the prairie It ain’t ever scary Just to listen to a lone coyote’s call The howl fills the open The miles I was hopin’ You cover by early this fall Just give me a mile In the light of your smile And I’ll never be lonely no more No matter the season I have trouble breathin’ The noisy big-city air There’s always a riot And never a quiet No matter how long you stay there Just a small space of air Your voice soft like a prayer Even one country mile In the light of your smile Just find me a place And your loving face And I’ll never be lonely no more, No, I’ll never be lonely no more.   Wildflower Moon Sung by Rosie Cue: “Good. Now, Dan, you just sit down here and we’ll see if Rosie’s got what it takes.” The birds are singing And the rabbits play Down by the waterside Looking for love, looking for love My love lives in a dugout shack Down by Buffalo Gap His eyes are deep as a prairie dog hole And his smile’s as sharp as a trap Hi, ho don’t you know I’m his little wildflower You can’t make pone From store-bought meal And you can’t get shine Without sour Come on up to the Hills with me Springtime full in bloom Sun so bright you’ll close your eyes Rest your mind by the light of a wildflower moon I told him he was my true love He asked me how I know I said all the other pretty fellers I’d seen Was a bit more kin than beau Hi, ho don’t you know I’m his little wildflower You can’t make pone From store-bought meal And you can’t get shine Without sour Now I got me a coon hat, fits me fine I wear it down to the church Yeah, I got me a spirit rough as a oak But a soul as white as a birch Hi, ho don’t you know I’m his little wildflower You can’t make pone From store-bought meal And you can’t get shine Without sour Come on up to the Hills with me Springtime full in bloom Sun so bright you’ll close your eyes Rest your mind by the light of a wildflower moon Now some grow broad and some grow tall And some grow just plain wild But you’ll always grow needles on a white-pine tree And thorns on a wildflower child Hi, ho don’t you know I’m his little wildflower You can’t make pone From store-bought meal And you can’t get shine Without sour Come on up to the Hills with me Springtime full in bloom Sun so bright you’ll close your eyes Rest your mind by the light of a wildflower moon   Have I Got A Deal For You! Sung by Dan & Ma Cue: “If I ever hear of an idea more ridiculous than putting my money in your show, I’ll eat that hat of yours!” (Dan singing) Madam, have I got a deal for you— An investment with sure-fire return, People are hungry for a new frontier And back east they have greenbacks to burn! Just a gun and a horse and a tallish tale And a mildly colorful name, And all the banker’s wives leave their opera seats For a hero of Western fame, Yes, a hero of Western Fame! (Ma singing) What kind of fool do you take me for? I know your kind too well… You’d steal your mother’s last good tooth If you thought it just might sell! I haven’t worked for these twenty years Just to fly-by-night give it away! Rosie and I have a future here No pipe-dream can lead us astray, No pipe-dream will lead us astray! (Dan & Ma sing together… not to each other, but facing away from center, both thinking of their own teetering dreams) Just think… All the work I’ve done, All the battles I’ve won, I’m nearly fifty-one! I can’t let it end this way! On the brink… Of pay-off time, All the nickels and dimes… I’m not in my prime! I can’t let it fall half-way! (Ma singing, resolved) Mister, have I got a deal for you, And I’ll swear by Bethlehem’s star! You be gone by the morning’s earliest light I’ll not tell ‘em what a rouge you are! Watch out! Or you’ll push me too far! (Dan & Ma sing together… at each other, each building the case for their own hard work) Just think… All the work I’ve done, All the battles I’ve won, I’m nearly fifty-one! I can’t let it end this way! On the brink… Of pay-off time, All the nickels and dimes… I’m not in my prime! I can’t let it fall half-way! (Rosie enters behind, unseen by Ma… Dan singing, making the pretense of giving in) Madam, I see you’re a woman with sense, Though I cannot persuade you of mine… Some things in life are a matter of fate, I’ll respect where you’ve drawn the line… (Dan grinning, turns to sing last line as an aside, knowing he has won as Rosie approaches Ma) And the fruit rolls away from the vine! (Music ends abruptly, Rosie speaks with determination to Ma) Rosie – Ma… I’ve decided it’s best to straight out tell you. I’m joining Deadeye Dan’s Wild West Show.   Like My Pa Sung by Ma & Rosie Cue: “You’re just like your pa, girl. Runnin’ off on me at the drop of a hat!” (Rosie sings) Like my Pa? Just like my Pa? Well I don’t even know what that means at all! Ever since I was a little girl You’ve told me ‘bout the big bad world But my Pa? I never knew my Pa… I used to dream about the time I’d meet him Face to face… Maybe I’d see in him that part of me I just can’t place… In you… In you… (Rosie) Like my Pa? Like my Pa? (Ma) I never meant to make you scared of the world… (Rosie) I don’t even know what that means at all… (Ma) I just don’t want to see you hurt, my little girl… (Rosie) Ever since I was a little child (Ma) Ever since you were a little child (Rosie) I never saw my mother smile… (pause) (Ma) You aren’t like your Pa… You aren’t your Pa. (Rosie) I used to dream about the time I’d meet him face to face (Ma) You used to dream about the time you’d meet him face to face (Ma) It took me years to see those things… I’d never erase… In you… In you… (Rosie sings) I’m like my Pa, I’m like my Pa… I have to find out what that means for me, Ma… It’s time this sheltered little girl Grew up and saw the big wide world And find her Pa… (Ma sings) I’ve lost it all! (Rosie) I’m like my Pa! Ma- (music stops abruptly) Fine!  Somethin’ ‘bout Somethin’ Sung by Dan & Rosie Cue: “What are you saying?” (Dan sings) A blue mountain mornin’—a mist on the lakes Those are your eyes. Your sweet voice is gentle as the aspen that quake I’ll tell you no lies… A man gets lonesome In the wide-openness Like a bull with no cow, A buck with no buck-ess It’s high time you learned That the birds and the bees Say somethin’ ‘bout somethin’ ‘Bout you and me. Rosie- (spoken) I still don’t know what in the world you’re talkin’ about. (Dan sings) You see the cottonwood tree has cotton to share Sends it off on the breeze You’re like the hillside… all… hilly and fair… (aside) Someone help me please! (Rosie sings) So a man gets lonesome On the prairie so wide Wants to sit by them trees On that big hillside? But I still can’t quite figure How the birds and the bees Say somethin’ ‘bout somethin’ ‘Bout you and me. (Dan sings) See it’s somethin’ ‘bout somethin’ ‘bout ladies and gents (Rosie sings) ‘n somethin’ ‘bout grass ‘t other side of the fence…? (Dan sings) You know how the meadows collect morning dew? Darlin’ that’s you… You know how the sun sets with a warm western glow? (pause in song… Rosie shrugs shoulders, Dan continues) What can I do? (Dan & Rosie sing) It’s somethin’ ‘bout somethin’ ‘bout ganders and geese (Dan sings) ‘n Jack ‘n Jill… (Rosie sings) ‘n wool bein’ fleeced? (Dan sings) My sweetheart I see that we’re getting nowhere Though your scent’s sweet as sage In the lonely night air. Rosie- (spoken, song has ended) You make me sound like a national park!   A Mother Sung by Ma & Bessie Cue: “It’s a terrible gamble. But Rosie’s the only family I got.” (Ma sings) I ain’t no angel, I ain’t no saint I’ve done some work would make a grown man faint Sometimes I’d like to change some things that I just cain’t But there’s one thing of which you’ll hear no complaint… I’m a mother… I’m a mother… So many days leave you feeling outrun But a child’s eyes hold your moon and sun, And a mother’s work is never done… But I’d have it no other way, To watch her grow just one more day… (Bessie sings) I reckon some folks don’t see me at all I’m rough as split-rail, and my fuse is small But there’s a part of me hears a softer call— Wraps around me like a gentle shawl.. My mother… I never knew my mother… So many days leave me feeling outrun I play my role and I answer to none But sometimes it’s hard bein’ alone… I imagine it some other way, I feel like a cold little stray… (Both sing) Mother… mother Mother… mother It there’s hope for this crazy world It ain’t some law or some flag unfurled… (Ma sings) It’s a hand tusslin’ a headful of curls.. (Bessie sings) It’s the gift of wearin’ your grandma’s pearls… (Ma sings) It’s someone to bake your favorite cinnamon swirls… (Bessie sings) It’s two hands to clap as you spin and twirl… (Both sing) To bring some light where it’s gray, She’s no just some silly cliché’ A mother… A mother… A mother…   Deadeye Dan (reprise) Sung by Dan Cue: “I’ve got you bound already and could easily throw you down a rattlesnake den.” I'm Deadeye Dan, That’s who I am, Just watch as I work my little plan, You’ll close your mouth and stay right there... I’m not a rouge, I’m a showman, extraordinaire! Dan- And give me that ticket! I’ll give it to someone who appreciates me!   Hampton Town Sung by Dan & Bessie & Caller from the Band Cue: “Thank-you folks. Bessie, let’s start this show with music!” (Caller, stands up from the band to call) Take her hand, that pretty little thing Promenade around the ring Possum in the hen house, coon in the spring Hold on tight cause we're a-gonna sing (Bessie sings) If you’re a traveling man then listen here a stranger alone has cause for fear if you go down to Hampton, watch your back (Dan adds harmony) or it’s tar and a-feather and don’t come back or you’re wearing a rope without no slack you’ll be swinging like taters in a gunny sack… if you go down to Hampton, watch your back (Caller) Now you're cookin', here we go Change directions, do ci do Bow to your partner, bow to your beau Careful not to step on your sweetheart's toe (Bessie sings) Well, the Sheriff, they just call him Jed grease his palm, he’ll turn his head (Dan sings) ‘less a man like you is toting cash, (Dan and Bessie) best make your visit, make it fast your luck’s gonna run out in a flash them Hampton folk don’t take to “trash” (Dan sings) ‘less a man like you is toting cash (Caller) Step to the middle, step to the side In Hampton town, ain't nowhere to hide (Dan and Bessie) Sometimes I want to kiss the ground for the good folk God done spread around but I’d burn my boots and settle down ‘fore I’d step a foot in Hampton town (Caller) Gone tomorrow, here today Hold her sweet while you promenade Kick up yer heels just like I say And hold on tight cause now we gonna play (instrumental verse) (Dan and Bessie) Sometimes I want to kiss the ground for the good folk God done spread around but I’d burn my boots and settle down ‘fore I’d step a foot in Hampton town (Caller) Step to the corners, ladies first Quick as a rabbit, slow as a hearse Don't stop now there's one more verse A little bit softer-- could be worse (Dan sings) You see, I had a girl sometime ago was the sweetest thing you’d ever know but she went down to Hampton and never came out (Dan and Bessie) yeah, they twisted her nearly inside-out she forgot what love is all about now she’s a Hampton girl, ain’t no doubt (Dan sings) yeah, she went down to Hampton and never came out (Caller) Step to the middle, step to the side In Hampton town, ain't nowhere to hide (Dan and Bessie) Sometimes I want to kiss the ground for the good folk God done spread around but I’d burn my boots and settle down (Bessie sings) ‘fore I’d step a foot in Hampton town (Dan and Bessie) Sometimes I want to kiss the ground for the good folk God done spread around but I’d burn my boots and settle down (Dan sings) ‘fore I’d step a foot in Hampton town (Caller) Take that girl, swing her 'round Fancy shoes and a calico gown Roost in the holler, or peck on the ground But never go down to Hampton town!   Emiline Sung by Dan & Bessie Cue: “Here’s a little story from a few years back ‘bout a mine not too far from here.” (Bessie) Down by the creek, there’s a cold wind blows For to tell the tale of the Elk Branch Load And the men who worked the Adelson Mine And their lovely Rose, Sweet Emiline (Dan) She was a dark haired beauty of Gypsy blood Nearly floated over them boulders and mud And there was not a man, smitten by gold Who wouldn’t give his share, her hand to hold (Dan & Bessie) Grab that fiddle get the bow, darlin’ don’t say no Take me for a spin in the early moonlight, my sweet Emiline Soar up high fall down low, darlin’ don’t you know I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline (Dan) For six long months they toiled by day That hillside gave each man his pay But at night the aspen swayed in time As each man took his turn with Emiline (Bessie) And when Emiline begins to dance She’ll spin you into a powerful trance You’ll wake up there on the cold, hard floor Her name on your lips and hungry for more (Dan & Bessie) Grab that fiddle get the bow, darlin’ don’t say no Take me for a spin in the early moonlight, my sweet Emiline Soar up high fall down low, darlin’ don’t you know I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline (Bessie) Now stories are told of sirens and maids Who steal men’s hearts and make them slaves Well, in the seventh month she stole the mine— All the gold, the men, and the pale moonshine (Dan) That’s why there’s nothing left but water and stone And a wooden sluice all bleached to bone Yes, but she still haunts that hidden glade Every time the aspen tremble and sway (Dan & Bessie) Grab that fiddle get the bow, darlin’ don’t say no Take me for a spin in the early moonlight, my sweet Emiline Soar up high fall down low, darlin’ don’t you know I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline (Dan) There’s a lesson in this sorrowful rhyme: Beware the creek at evening time, (Bessie) Young man, beware the glitter and the shine And the lovely dance of sweet Emiline (Dan & Bessie) Grab that fiddle get the bow, darlin’ don’t say no Take me for a spin in the early moonlight, my sweet Emiline Soar up high fall down low, darlin’ don’t you know I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline Soar up high fall down low, darlin’ don’t you know I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline I could be yours and you could be mine, my sweet Emiline Down by the creek, there’s a cold wind that blows   Badlands Bessie (instrumental) Performed by Band Cue: “Them’s fightin’ words! Don’t no one compare me to Calamity Jane.”   At Home in Spearfish Sung by Ma—reprising the tune of Wild Wild West Cue: “But I figure you’ll want to know what became of us in later years.” Well, Bessie made her home right here; she never missed the travelin’ thrills but in Spearfish, with her pen and ink, was Poet Laureate of the lovely Black Hills! And Rosie enrolled at the normal school to be a teacher of piano and voice, guided Spearfish town in the melodious arts… (spoken) and took up with one of these here band boys… (band members look awkwardly at each other for a moment… shrug and move on) Yep, the reasons we call Spearfish home could fill a seven hundred fifty page tome. She’s where the trout stream flows and the orchards grow and the Lookout rises ‘bove the clapboard homes, she’s the Queen City valley and a star of the West, She’s the place we love the best… (Vamp from Deadeye Dan theme begins under Ma’s next monologue) Ma – And Dan? Well I hired him to do odd jobs at the hotel, to help with the back-breaking, fingers worn to the bone work. One thing led to another, as is often the case with kindred spirits, and, well, we got married, Dan and me. Ran the first Ma and Pa hotel in the country. Deadeye Dan Finale (Cast sings) He’s Deadeye Dan He’s a reformed man He can sweep a floor And scrub a dirty pan Now he’s an honest worker And a family man… (music vamps as Dan sweeps up and down the aisles) Bessie- What’s he doin’? Rosie- Oh, he calls that his “push-broom saunter” Bessie- (To Ma) Well, let me be the first to give you a slap on the back! Ma- What for? Bessie- Looks to me like you finally tamed the Wild, Wild West! (Cast sings) Deadeye Dan! Deadeye Dan! Deadeye Dan!! All Songs, Copyright Scott Simpson ALL RIGHTS RESERVED