Seventy Six Trombones Chords by Robert Preston, Original Broadway Cast Of The Music Man

[Ab] Please, folks, may I have your attention, please?
Attention, please.
_ I can deal with the troubled [Ebm] friends with a wave of [Fm] my hand, this very hand.
[Db] Please observe me, [Ab] if you will.
[Cm] I'm Professor Harold Hill, [Bb] and I'm here to [Bbm] organize a River City [Ab] Boys band.
_ Oh, think, my friends, how can any pool table ever hope to compete with a gold trombone?
Ra-ra, ra-da-da-da [Bbm]-da-ra-ra.
Remember, [Eb] my friends, what a handful of trumpet [F] players did to the famous, [Eb] fabled walls of Jericho.
Oh, billiard [Ab] parlor walls come a-tumbling down.
_ Oh, a band will do it, my friends.
Oh, yes, I said a boys band.
Do you hear me?
I said River City's got to have a boys band, and [Db] I mean she needs it today.
[Bbm] With Professor [B] Harold Hill's on [Eb] hand, River City's going [Bbm] to have her [Fm] boys band.
As [Bb] sure as the Lord made little [Ab] green apples, and that band's going to be in uniform.
Johnny, Willie, [Eb] 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-da!
And you'll feel something akin to the electric thrill I once enjoyed
[E] when Gilmore, _ Liberati, Pat Conway, the great creator, W.C. Handy, and John Philip Sousa
all came to [Abm] town on the very same historic [G] day. _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [C] Seventy-six [G] trombones led the big parade, with a hundred and ten cornets [C] close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of [F] the finest [D] _ [G] virtuosos, the three
of every famous band.
_ [C] Seventy-six trombones [G] caught the morning sun, with a hundred and ten cornets [C] right behind.
There were more than a thousand reeds [Am] springing up like [D] beads.
[G] There were horns of [C] every shape and kind.
[F] There were copper [Dm]-bottom [C] timpani and horse platoon. _
_ Thundering, thundering all along the way, double-bell euphoniums and big bassoons.
[G] Each bassoon having his big, [C] fat safe, there were fifty mounted cannon in the battery.
_ _ Thundering, thundering louder than before, [F] _ clarinets of every size and [Bb]
trumpeters
[Ab] would [Am] improvise a [Gm] bow octave [F] higher than the score.
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_ _ [Eb] Seventy-six [Dm] trombones [Bb] hit the counterpoint, with a hundred and ten cornets [Eb] blazed away.
To the rhythm of march, march, [G] march, [Ab] all the kids began [Eb] to march, and [Gm] their march reached [Eb] the air right away.
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