Chords for "Rock Island" The Music Man (opening scene)

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_ _ _ [G] _ [F] _ _ Orville!
Let him go [Fm] Orville.
I guess we made it plain.
We don't want no more traveling salesmen in [Bb] Brighton.
_ _ [N] Credit is no good for an ocean salesman.
How far are you going, friend?
_ We're the people or as green as the money.
_ _ _ What's the matter with credit?
It's old fashioned.
Charlie, you're an anvil salesman.
Your firm give credit.
No sir.
Nor anybody else.
River City, next station stop, River City, Iowa.
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Cash for the [Em] merchandise.
Cash for the button hooks.
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 piggins and the friggins.
[E] Cash for the hogshead cask and demijohn.
Cash for the crackers and the pickles and the [Bb] flypaper.
What are you talking about?
_ [Eb] _ _ You can talk.
You can [N] talk.
You can bicker.
You can talk.
You can bicker, bicker, bicker.
You can talk.
You can talk.
You can talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, bicker.
You can talk all [Eb] you want.
But it's different than it was.
No, it ain't.
No, it ain't.
But you got to know the territory.
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Quiet, the Model T Ford.
Made the trouble.
Made the people want to go.
Want to get.
Want to get.
Want to get up and go.
Seven, eight, nine, ten, twelve, fourteen, twenty-two, twenty-three miles to the county sea.
Yes, Sir.
Yes, Sir.
Who's gonna patronize a little bitty two-by-four kind of store anymore?
What do you talk?
What do you talk?
Where do you get it?
Gone, gone.
Gone with the hogshead cask and demijohn.
Gone with the sugar barrel, picket barrel, milk can.
Gone with the tub and the pail and the tears.
Ever meet a fella 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 a fella's line?
Never worries about his line.
Never worries about his line.
Or a doggone thing.
He's just a bang beat bell ringing big hall great go neck or nothing rip roaring every time a bullseye salesman.
That professor, Harold Hill, Harold Hill.
What's a fella's line?
What's his line?
He's a fake and he doesn't know the territory.
Look, what do you talk?
What do you talk?
What do you talk?
What do you talk?
He's a music man.
He's a what?
He's a what?
He's a music man and he sells [Eb] clarinets to the kids in the town with the big trombones and the [Gm] 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 running.
Well, I don't know [N] 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 fella sells bands, boys bands.
I don't know how he does it, but he lives like a king and he dollies and he gathers and he flucks 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.
_ Yes, sir. _
Yes, _ sir.
But he doesn't know the territory.
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River City.
_ _ Station stop, River City.
Just crossed the state line into Iowa.
Population, River City, _ 2212.
_ Cigarettes illegal