PAINT YOUR WAGON
The Musical
(Music : Frederick Lowe / Lyrics : Alan Jay Lerner)


I STILL SEE ELISA

I still see Elisa
She keeps on returning
As breathless, young as ever

I still see Elisa
And still feel the yearning
To hold her against me again

Her heart was made of holidays
Her smile was made of dawn
Her laughter was an April song
That echoes on and on

Since I saw Elisa
The shadows are falling
And winter is calling above
But I still see Elisa

Whenever I dream of love

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WHOOP-TI-AY! (Shivaree)

Mr. Rumson went to town
Riding on a pony
Bought a wife and brought her home
And called it matrimony

Mr. Rumson bought a bride
Out in Californee
He'd of saved alot of money
Staying drunk and horny

Oh, Susanna, he's happy as can be
For he's got him something
Better than a banjo on his knee

Rumson, he got married today
Married today, married today
Rumson, he got married today
What'll he do tomorrow?

Get the soap man water, whoop-ti-ay!
Get the soap man water, whoop-ti-ay!
Got a sweet perfumer
To dry his humor
It's Ben's wedding day

Wash him down and flip him, whoop-ti-ay!
Wash him down and flip him, whoop-ti-ay!
He's got a blue-eyed wonder
To pull him under

It's Ben's wedding 
His wedding
His wedding day
Amen!

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I TALK TO THE TREES

I talk to the trees
But they don't listen to me
I talk to the stars
But they never hear me

The breeze hasn't time
To stop, and hear what I say
I talk to them all
In vain

But suddenly, my words
Reach someone elses ear
At someone elses heart
Strings too

I tell you my dreams
And while you're listening to me
I suddenly see them
Come true

I can see us some April night
Looking out across a rollin' farm
Having supper in the candlelight
Walking later, arm in arm

Then I'll tell you
How I pass the day
Thinking mainly how
The night would be

Then I'll try to find
The words to say
All the things you
Mean to me

I tell you my dreams
And while you're
Listening to me
I suddenly see them
Come true

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A MILLION MILES AWAY BEHIND THE DOOR 

Send back the world
There's too much night for me
The sky is much too high
To shelter me when darkness falls

Four cabin walls
Would be just right for me
I need a threshold I can cross
When I can sit and gather moss
Forevermore
A million miles away behind the door

Roll up the plains
There's too much view for me
There's so much space between
The waiting heart, and whispered word
It's never heard

One room will do for me
Where every evening I can stare
At someone smiling from his chair
Across the floor
A million miles away behind the door

Where every evening I can stare
At someone smiling from his chair
Across the floor
A million miles away behind the door

No fears
No fools
No lies
No rules
Just doing with my life
What life is for
A million miles away behind the door

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THE FIRST THING YOU KNOW

God made the mountains
God made the sky
God made the people
God knows why

He fixed up the planet
As best as He could
Then in come the people
And gum it up good

The first thing you know

They civilized the foothills
And every weary put hills
The mountains and valley below

They come along and take 'em
And civilize and make 'em
A place where no civilized
Person would go

The first thing you know
The first thing you know

They civilize what's pretty
By puttin' up a city
Where nothin' that's
Pretty can grow

They muddy up the winter
And civilize it, into a place
Too uncivilized
Even for snow

The first thing you know


They civilize left
They civilize right
Till nothing is left
Till nothing is right

They civilize freedom
Till no one is free
No one except
By coincidence, me

The first thing you know

The boozer's in prison
And the criminally isn't
And only the rascals have gone

When I see a parson
I gotta put my arson in
A wagon that follows the tail of a crow

The first thing you know
I pick up a growl
The first thing you know

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BEST THINGS
Performed by Clint Eastwood, Lee Marvin, Men's Chorus

Clint:
The earth is pure muck

Lee:
Muck's a good thing

Clint:
And oozing with mud

Lee:
Mud is just fine

Clint:
It's drownin' in bog

Lee:
Bog is good luck

Clint:
And crawlin' with crud

Lee:
Crud's a good sign
The poor, they got hope
The rich can buy soap

Clint:
The rainbows, they got a pot of
And I, ain't got a spot of
A few feet down, there's a lot of

Lee:
Just waitin' to buy, tobacco and rye
From now till I die

Both:
The best things in life are dirty
And nothing in life is...

Lee:
Better to owe than dab in gold

Both:
The best things in life are filthy dirty
Hunks of gold, gold, gold

Clint:
There's more than just gold

Lee:
Gold is enough

Clint:
That's buried below

Lee:
Beautiful gold

Clint:
There's seed in the ground

Lee:
Lovable gold

Clint:
Just waitin' to grow

Lee:
Spendable gold
A man has his creed
And mine is all greed

Clint, Lee, and Men's Chorus:
Well bite that bogey 'en hound dog
And gold I ain't got an ounze of
Below there's endless amounts of

Lee:
Just dirty ol' trash
That turns in a flash
To dirty ol' cash

All:
The best things in life are dirty
The worst thing in life is...

Lee: 
Wakin' up clean, without a bean

All:
The best things in life are filthy dirty
Hunks of gold, gold, gold,
The best things in life are dirty
The worst thing in life is...
Being content, without a cent
The best things is life are filthy dirty
Hunks of gold, gold, gold, gold
Stinkin', rotten, chunks of
Grimy, slimy, lousy, lovely

Clint and Lee:
Gold

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THE GOSPEL OF NO NAME CITY

You wanna see sin of the wickedest kind?
Here it is!
You wanna see virtue left behind?
Here it is!
Sodom was vice
And visa-versa
You wanna say where the vice is worser?
Here it is!
I mean, here it is!

You wanna live life in the rottenest city?
Here it is!
Women and whiskey, night and day?
Here it is!
You wanna embrace the golden calf?
Ankle, and thigh, and upper half?
Here it is!
I mean, here it is!

No name city
No name city
The Lord don't like it here

No name city
No name city
Your reckoning day is near

No name city
No name city
Here's what he's gonna do

God love this town
And swallow it down
And goodbye to you

Will you go to heaven?
Will you go to hell?
Either repent, or fare thee well

God will take care of no name city
Comes the end, and it won't be pretty
Here it is!
I mean, here it is!

Here it is!
I mean, here it is!

Here it is!
I mean, here it is!
Amen!

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GOLD FEVER

I would give the world to see
How I used to be
When I had no axe to grind
Except for chopping wood

Day was day, and night was night
Wrong, was never right
Didn't matter where I went
As much as where I stood

I had dreams, average size
There were stars in the skies
Not my eyes

Then I got...
Gold fever
No romp 'n rollin' girl
And fellow stuck
'Cause your the, gold fever
Nothin' can help you
But the yellow stuff

What! Can stop that itchin'?
Ain't! Around the kitchen
Gold, gold, hooked am I
Susannah, go ahead and cry

Once we all did honest work
Farmer, lawyer, clerk
Married men, and single men
And some who ain't so sure

Now I look at them and see
Duplicates of me
Cured of what we suffered from
And sufferin' from the cure

Who can say, why we came?
Where's the hope, where's the flame?
We're the same

When you've got
Gold fever
No romp 'n rollin' girl
And fellow stuck
'Cause your the gold fever
Nothin' can help you
But the golden stuff

What! Can stop that itchin'?
Ain't! Around the kitchen

Gold, gold, hooked am I
Susannah, go ahead and cry

Gold fever
Gold fever
Gold fever
Gold fever
Gold fever
Deal!

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HAND ME DOWN THAT CAN OF BEANS

Well hand me down that can o' beans
Hand me down that can o' beans
Hand me down that can o' beans
I'm throwing it away

Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
I had a lucky day

Mary, my Mary, my sweet young Mary
We're going out this evening
Mary, my Mary
I'm gonna take you out tonight

So hand me down that can o' beans
Hand me down that can o' beans
Hand me down that can o' beans
I'm throwing it away

Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
Go the beans, go the beans
Good times are here to stay

Hand me down my can o' beans
Hand me down my can o' beans
Hand me down my can o' beans
I'm thowin' it away

Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
I had a lucky day

Mary, M-M-M-Mary
My cute young Mary
We're goin' out this evening
Mary, M-M-M-Mary
I'm gonna take you out tonight

So, hand me down that can o' beans
Hand me down that can o' beans
Hand me down that can o' beans
I'm throwin' it away

Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
Go the beans, go the beans
Good times are here to stay
Yeah!

Hand me down that can o' beans
Hand me down that can o' beans
Hand me down that can o' beans
I'm throwing it away

Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
I had a lucky day

Mary, M-M-M-Mary
My sweet young Mary
We're goin' out this evening
Mary, M-M-M-Mary
I'm gonna take you out tonight

So, hand me down that can o' beans
Hand me down that can o' beans
Hand me down that can o' beans
I'm throwin' it away

Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
Out the winder go the beans
Go the beans, go the beans
Good times are here to stay!

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THERE'S A COACH COMIN' IN

There's a coach comin' in!
There's a coach comin' in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!
Comin in!

There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good to your ear
As the call of a wild whippoorwill

There's a coach comin' in
You can feel it gettin' near
All at once, and it bursts into veiw
And it looks to your eye
Like it fell from the sky
Like a coach full of dreams come true

For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine (kiss sound)
And it's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine

There's a coach comin' in
Can you smell it like a steer?
Yet the soap tub remains far away
From the socks from your feet
From the socks from your feet
Rake your hair till it's neat
Rake your hair till it's neat
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin' in today!

There's a coach comin' in
Hurry! Hurry! Do ya hear?
With a cargo of joy from Paree
Drop the tables and chairs
Get them beds up the stairs
And be sure every lock has a key

-Instrumental-

For it's coming with girls who buy perfume
Who wear powder and rouge from Paree
Who will have to go somewhere to get them
And that somewhere to go, will be me

There's a coach comin' in
And it's flyin' like a deer
Thank the Lord, there's relief on the way
Packed with all of your hearts
Packed with all of your hearts
More than half dozen tarts
More than half dozen tarts
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin in today!

There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear it
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good
As the call of the wild whippoorwill

-Instrumental-

For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine
It's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine

-Instrumental-

There's a coach comin' in
If you listen you can hear it
A clip, up and over the hill
And the sound that you hear
Is as good to your ear
As the call of the wild whippoorwill

There's a coach comin' in
You can feel it gettin' near
All at once, and it bursts into veiw
And it looks to your eye
Like it fell from the sky
Like a coach full of dreams come true

For it's bringin' me eyes that are moonlight
And it's carryin' lips that are wine
And it's comin' with arms that are pillows
And this evening it all will be mine

There's a coach comin' in
Now it's flyin' in the clear
And the sun almost closes the day
Now there ain't pots of gold
Now they're all livin' gold
There's a coach comin' in
There's a coach comin' in
And it's here!

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PAINT YOUR WAGON (I'm On My Way)

Gold
Gold
Gold
Gold
Gold
Gold!
Gold!!

Gotta dream boy
Gotta song
Paint your wagon
And come along

Where am I goin'?
I don't know
Where am I headin'?
I ain't certain
All I know 
Is I am on my way

When will I be there?
I don't know
When will I get there?
I ain't certain
All that I know 
Is I am on my way

Gotta dream boy
Gotta song
Paint your wagon
[And come along - Sung In German]

[Verse sung in German]

[Verse sung in Chinese]

[Verse sung in American Indian]

Gotta dream boy
Gotta song
Paint your wagon 
And come along

Where am I goin'?
I don't know
When will I be there?
I ain't certain
What will I get?
I ain't equipped to say

But who gives a damn?
Who gives a damn?
Who gives a damn?
We're on our way

Where am I goin'?
I don't know
Where am I headin'?
I ain't certain
All that I know
Is I am on my way

When will I be there?
I don't know
When will I get there?
I ain't certain
All that I know
Is I am on my way

-Instrumental-

When am I goin'?
I don't know
Where am I headin'?
I ain't certain
All that I know
Is I am on my way

When will I be there?
I don't know
When will I get there?
I ain't certain
All that I know
Is I am on my way

Gotta dream boy
Gotta song
Paint your wagon
And come along

Where are we goin'?
I don't know
When will we be there?
I ain't certain
What will we get?
I ain't equipped to say
But who gives a damn?
Who gives a damn?
We're on our way!