"The Music Man" Sounds and Lyrics

Here's a few sound files and lyrics that I've found.

All songs, words and music by Meredith Willson (c)1957

Midi Files

76 Trombones

Till There Was You

The Wells Fargo Wagon

 

Lyrics

(NOTE - Some of the words are taken from the movie version and
may differ slightly from the original Broadway lyrics.) 

(Included here, so far)
Rock Island
Ya Got Trouble
Goodnight, My Someone
Ya Got Trouble (Reprise)
76 Trombones
Sadder But Wiser Girl
Marian Librarian
My White Knight
The Wells Fargo Wagon
It's You
Lida Rose/Will I Ever Tell You
Gary, Indiana
Till There Was You

 

Rock Island

Cash for the merchandise
Cash for the buttonhooks
Cash for the cotton goods
Cash for the hard goods
Cash for the fancy goods
Cash for the soft goods
Cash for the noggins
And the pickins
And the frickins
Cash for the hogshead cask
And demijohn
Cash for the crackers
And the pickles
And the flypaper
Look, whaddaya talk
Whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk
Whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk
Where do you get it?
Whaddaya talk?
You can talk, you can talk
You can bicker, you can talk
You can bicker, bicker, bicker
You can talk, you can talk
You can talk, talk, talk, talk,
Bicker, bicker, bicker
You can talk all you want
But it's different then it was
No it ain't, no it ain't
But you gotta know the territory
Shh shh shh shh shh shh shh
Why it's the Model T Ford
Made the trouble
Made the people wanna go
Wanna get, wanna get
Wanna get up and go
Seven, eight, nine, ten, twelve,
Fourteen, twenty-two,
Twenty-three miles
To the county seat
Yes sir, yes sir
Who's gonna patronize
A little bitty two by four
Kinda store anymore?
Whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk,
Where do you get it?
Gone, gone, gone
With the hogshead cask
And demijohn
Gone with the sugar barrel
Pickle barrel, milk pan
Gone with the tub
And the pail and the tears
Ever meet a fellow
By the name of Hill?
Hill?
Hill?
Hill?
Hill?
Hill?
Hill?
Hill?
Hill!
NO!
Just a minute
Just a minute
Just a minute
Never heard of any salesman Hill
Now he doesn't know the territory
Doesn't know the territory?!?
What's the fellow's line?
Never worries 'bout his line
Never worries 'bout his line?!?
Or a doggone thing
He's just a bang beat, bell ringing,
Big hole, great go, neck-or-nothing
Rip roarin', every time a bull's eye
Salesman.
That's Professor Harold Hill
Harold Hill
What's the fellow's line?
What's his line?
He's a fake
And he doesn't know the territory!
Look, whaddaya talk, whaddaya talk,
Whaddaya talk, Whaddaya talk?
He's a music man
He's a what?
He's a what?
He's a music man
And he sells clarinets
To the kids in the town
With the big trombones
And the rat-a-tat drums
Big brass bass
Big brass bass
And the piccolo, the piccolo
With uniforms, too
With a shiny gold braid
On the coat
And a big red stripe runnin'
Well, I don't know much
About bands
But I do know
You can't make a living
Selling big trombones, no sir.
Mandolin picks, perhaps
And here and there a Jew's harp
No, the fellow sells bands
Boys' bands.
I don't know how he does it
But he lives like a king
And he dallies
And he gathers
And he plucks
And he shines
And when the man dances
Certainly, boys
What else?
The piper pays him!
Yes sir, yes sir
Yes sir, yes sir
When the man dances
Certainly, boys
What else?
The piper pays him!
Yessssir, Yessssir
But he doesn't know the territory!

 

 

Ya Got Trouble

(HAROLD)
Well, ya got trouble, my friend.
Right here, I say trouble right here in River City
Why, sure, I'm a billiard player
Certainly mighty proud to say,
I'm always mighty proud to say it
I consider the hours I spend with a cue in my hand are golden
Help you cultivate horse sense and a cool head and a keen eye
Didja ever take an' try an' give an iron clad leave
to yourself from a three-rail billiard shot?
But just as I say it takes judgement, brains and maturity
to score in a balk-line game
I say that any boob can take and shove a ball in a pocket
And I call that sloth,
the first big step on the road to the depths of degreda-
I say, first- medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
then beer from a bottle
And the next thing you know your son is playin'
for money in a pinchback suit
and listenin' to some big out-o'-town jasper
Hear him tell about horserace gamblin'
Not a wholesome trottin' race, no,
but a race where they set down right on the horse
Like to see some stuck up jockey boy sittin' on Dan Patch?
Make your blood boil, well I should say
Now, folks, let me show you what I mean
You got one, two, three, four, five, six pockets in a table
Pockets that mark the difference between a gentleman and a bum
With a capital 'B' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

And all week long, your River City youth'll be fritterin' away
I say, your young men'll be fritterin'
Fritterin' away their noontime, suppertime, choretime, too
Hit the ball in the pocket
Never mind gettin' dandelions pulled or the screen door patched
or the beefsteak pounded
Never mind pumpin' any water 'til your parents are caught
with a cistern empty on a Saturday night and that's trouble
Oh, ya got lots and lots o' trouble
I'm thinkin' of the kids in the knickerbockers shirttails,
young ones peekin' in the pool hall window after school
Ya got trouble, folks, right here in River City
with a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

Now I know all you folks are the right kind of parents
I'm gonna be perfectly frank
Would you like to know what kind of conversation goes on
while they're loafin' around that hall
They'll be tryin' out Bevo, tryin' out Cubebs,
tryin' out tailor-mades like cigarette fiends
And braggin' all about how they're gonna cover up
a tell-tale breath with Sen-Sen
Now one fine night they leave the pool hall
headin' for the dance at the Armory
Libertine men and scarlet women and ragtime
Shameless music that'll grab your son, your daughter
into the arms of a jungle animal instinct- massteria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground, trouble!

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
Oh, we got trouble

(HAROLD)
Right here in River City

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
Right here in River City

(HAROLD)
With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
That stands for pool

(HAROLD)
We surely got trouble

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
We surely got trouble

(HAROLD)
Right here in River City

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
Right here

(HAROLD)
Gotta figure out a way to keep the young ones
moral after school

(TOWNSPEOPLE chant 'trouble')

(HAROLD talking)
Mothers of River City,
heed this warning before it's too late
Watch for the tell-tale signs of corruption
The minute your son leaves the house
does he rebuckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corncrib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes
from Cap'n Billy's Whizbang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
Words like... swell?
And... 'so's your old man'?
Well if so, my friends...

Ya got trouble

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
Oh, we got trouble

(HAROLD)
Right here in River City

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
Right here in River City

(HAROLD)
With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
That stands for pool

(HAROLD)
We've surely got trouble

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
We surely got trouble

(HAROLD)
Right here in River City

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
Right here

(HAROLD)
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule?
Oho, we got trouble
We're in terrible, terrible trouble
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is the devil's tool

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
Devil's tool

(HAROLD)
Yes, we've got trouble, trouble, trouble

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
Oh, yes, we got trouble here, we got big, big trouble

(HAROLD)
With a 'T'

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
With a capital 'T'

(HAROLD)
And that rhymes with 'P'

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
That rhymes with 'P'

(HAROLD)
And that stands for pool

(TOWNSPEOPLE)
That stands for pool

(HAROLD)
Remember my friends, listen to me,
because I pass this way but once

(TOWNSPEOPLE chant 'trouble', etc.)

 

 

Goodnight, My Someone

Good night, my someone.
Good night, my love.
Sleep tight, my someone.
Sleep tight, my love.

Our star is shining its brightest light,
For good night, my love, for good night.

Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be --
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.
I wish they may and I wish they might.
Now good night, my someone, good night.

"True love can be whispered from heart to heart,
When lovers are parted," they say.
But I must depend on a wish and a star
As long as my heart doesn't know who you are.

Sweet dreams be yours, dear, if dreams there be --
Sweet dreams to carry you close to me.

I wish they may and I wish they might.
Now good night, my someone, good night.

Good night! Good night!

 

 

Ya Got Trouble (Reprise)

May I have your attention, please?
Attention, please.
I can deal with this trouble, friends,
with the wave of my hand, this very hand
Please observe me, if you will
I'm Professor Harold Hill
and I'm here to organize a River City Boys Band

Oh, think, my friends, how can any pool table
ever hope to compete with a gold trombone
Raaa- raaa- ra-da-da-da-da-raaa-raa
Remember, my friends, what a handful of trumpet players
did to the famous, fabled walls of Jericho
Oh, billiard parlor walls come a-tumblin' down

Oh, a band'll do it, my friends
Oh yes, I said a Boys Band, do you hear me?
I say River City's gotta have a Boys Band
and I mean she needs it today
Well, Professor Harold Hill's on hand
and River City's gonna have her Boys Band
Just as sure as the Lord made little green apples
and that band's gonna be in uniform

Johnny, Willy, Teddy, Fred
And you'll see the glitter of crashing cymbals
and you'll hear the thunder of rolling drums
and the shimmer of trumpets. Ta-ta-ta!
And you'll feel something akin to the electric thrill
I once enjoyed when Gilmore, Pat Conway,
The Great Creatore, W.C. Handy
and John Philip Sousa
all came to town on the very same historic day...

(into '76 Trombones')

 

76 Trombones

Seventy six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuosos,
the cream of ev'ry famous band. 

Seventy six trombones caught the morning sun, 
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind. 
There were more than a thousand reeds springing up like weeds, 
there were horns of ev'ry shape and kind. 

There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons, 
thundering, thundering, all along the way. 
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons, 
each bassoon having his big fat say. 
There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery, 
Thundering, thundering, louder than before.
Clarinets of eve'ry size and trumpeters who'd improvise 
a full octave higher than the score. 

Seventy six trombones led the big parade, 
when the order to march rang out loud and clear.
Starting off with a big bang bong on a Chinese gong, 
by a big bang bonger at the rear. 

Seventy six trombones hit the counter point, 
while a hundred and ten cornets played the air. 
Then I modestly took my place as the one and only bass, 
and I oompahed up and down the square. 

 

Sadder But Wiser Girl

(Spoken)
No wide-eyed, eager, wholesome, innocent
Sunday-school teacher for me
That kinda girl spins webs no spider ever... listen boy...
A girl who trades on all that purity
Merely wants to trade my independence for her security

(Sung)
The only affirmative she will file
Refers to marching down the aisle
No golden, glorious, gleaming pristine goddess, no sir!
For no Diana do I play faun, I can tell you that right now

I snarl, I hiss, how can ignorance be compared to bliss?
I spark, I fizz, for the lady who knows what time it is
I cheer, I rave, for the virtue I'm too late to save
The sadder but wiser girl for me

No bright-eyed, blushing, breathless baby-doll baby, no sir!
That kinda child ties knots no sailor ever knew
I prefer to take a chance on a more adult romance
No dewy young miss who keeps resisting
All the time she keeps insisting

No wide-eyed, wholesome, innocent female, no sir!
Why, she's the fisherman, I'm the fish, you see? Plop!

I flinch, I shy when the lass with the delicate air goes by
I smile, I grin when the gal with a touch of sin walks in
I hope, I pray for Hester to win just one more 'A'

The sadder but wiser girl's the girl for me
The sadder but wiser girl for me

 

 

Marian Librarian

Maaaaaa-rian
Madam Libraaaaa-rian

What can I do, my dear, to catch your ear?
I love you madly, madly, madam librarian, Marian
Heaven help us, if the library caught on fire
And the volunteer hose brigade men
Had to whisper the news to Maaaaa-rian
Madam Libraaaaaa-rian

What can I do, my dear, to make it clear?
I need you badly, badly, madam librarian, Marian
If I stumbled and I busted my whatchamacallit
I could lie on your floor unnoticed
Till my body had turned to caaaaa-rrion
Madam Libraaaaa-rain

Now in the moonlight a man could sing it
In the moonlight...
And a fella would know that his darlin'
Had heard every word of his song
With the moonlight helping along

But when I try in here to tell you dear
I love you madly, madly, madam librarian, Marian
It's a long lost cause, I can never win
For the civilized world accepts as unforgivable sin
Any talking out loud with any librarian
Such as Maaaaa-rain, Madam libraaaaa-rian

 

 

My White Knight

My white knight, not a lancelot, 
nor an angel with wings; 
just someone to love me, 
who is not ashamed of a few nice things. 
My white knight who knew what my heart would say 
if it only knew how. 
Please, dear Venus, show me now. 

All I want is a plain man; all i want is a modest man; 
a quiet man, a gentle man, a straight forward and honest man 
to sit with me in a cottage somewhere in the state of Iowa. 
And I would like him to be more interested in me 
than he is in himself. 
And more interested in us than in me. 
And if occasion'ly he'd ponder what make 
Shakespeare and Beethoven great, 
him I could love 'til I die. Him I could love 'til I die. 

My white knight, not a lancelot, 
nor an angel with wings. 
Just someone to love me, 
who is not ashamed of a few nice things. 
My white knight, let me walk with him 
where others ride by; 
walk and love him 'til I die. 'til I die. 

 

The Wells Fargo Wagon

(ALL)
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street
Oh please let it be for me
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street
I wish, I wish I knew what it could be

I got a box of maple sugar on my birthday

In March I got a gray mackinaw

And once I got some grapefruit from Tampa

Montgomery Ward sent me a bathtub and a crosscut saw

(ALL)
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' now
Is it a prepaid surprise or C.O.D.?

It could be curtains

Or dishes

Or a double boiler

Or it could be

(ALL)
Yes it could be, yes you're right, it surely could be

Somethin' special

(ALL)
Somethin' very, very special now

Just for me

(ALL)
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin' down the street
Oh don't let him pass my door
Oho, the Wells Fargo Wagon is a-comin'
I wish I knew what he was comin' for

I got some salmon from Seattle last September

And I expect a new rockin' chair

I hope I get my raisins from Fresno

(BARBERSHOP QUARTET)
The D.A.R. have sent a cannon for the courthouse square

(WINTHROP)
Oho, the Wellth Fargo Wagon ith a-comin' now
I don't know how I can ever wait to thee
It could be thumthin' for thomone who ith no relathion
But it could be thomthin' thpethial jutht for me

(ALL)
Oho, you Wells Fargo Wagon, keep a comin'
Oho, you Wells Fargo Wagon, keep a comin'
Oho, you Wells Fargo Wagon, 
don't you dare to make a stop until you stop for me

 

It's You

It's you in the sunrise, 
It's you in my cup, 
It's you all the way into town. 
It's your sweet "hello", dear, that sets me up, 
And it's your "got to go", dear, that gets me down. 

It's you on my pillow, 
In all of my dreams, 
Till once more the morning breaks through, 
What words could be saner, or truer, or plainer, 
Than it's you, 
It's you, 
Yes it's you, 
Oh yes, it's you. 

 

 

Lida Rose/Will I Ever Tell You?

(BARBERSHOP QUARTET)
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
To get the sun back in the sky
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
About a thousand kisses shy
Ding dong ding
I can hear the chapel bell chime
Ding dong ding
At the least suggestion
I'll pop the question
Lida Rose, I'm home again, Rose
Without a sweetheart to my name
Lida Rose, how everyone knows
That I am hoping you're the same
So here is my love song
Not fancy or fine
Lida Rose, oh won't you be....
Mine, Lida Rose, oh Lida Rose,
Oh Lida Rose...

(MARIAN)
Dream of now
Dream of then
Dream of a love song
That might have been
Do I love you?
Oh yes, I love you
And I'll bravely tell you
But only when we dream again
Sweet and low
Sweet and low
How sweet that mem'ry
How long ago
Forever
Oh yes, forever
Will I ever tell you?
Oh no.

(BARBERSHOP QUARTET and MARIAN overlap and repeat)

 

 

Gary, Indiana

Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana,
Let me say it once again
Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana,
That's the town that knew me when

If you'd like to have a logical explanation
How I happened on this elegant syncopation
I will say without a moment of hesitation
There is just one place that can light my face

Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana,
Not Louisiana, Paris, France, New York or Rome,
But Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana, Gary, Indiana,
My home sweet home.



Till There Was You

There were bells on the hill,
But I never heard them ringing.
No, I never heard them at all,
Till there was you.

There were birds in the sky,
But I never saw them winging.
No, I never saw them at all,
Till there was you.

And there was music,
And there were wonderful roses
They tell me
In sweet fragrant meadows of dawn and dew.

There was love all around,
But I never heard it singing.
No, I never heard it at all,
Till there was you.

There was love all around,
But I never heard it singing.
No, I never heard it at all,
Till there was you.

 

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