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Overture/Rock Island
Vern Reed & Paul Reed
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River City Junction
River City Junction
You're crazy with the heat
Credit is no good for a notion salesman
Aboard
All aboard
Why not?
What's the matter with credit?
Why 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 next
Cash for the 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 firkins
Cash for the hogshead cask and demijohn
Cash for the crackers and the pickles and the flypaper
Look whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayatalk?
Whะตredayagitit?
Whatayatalk?
Ya can talk, ya can talk, ya can bicker, ya can talk
Ya can bicker, bickะตr, bicker, ya can talk, ya can talk
Ya can talk, talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, bicker
Ya can talk all ya wanta but is different than 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
Wheredayagitit?
Not the Model T at all, take a gander at the store, at the modern store
At the present day store, at the present day modern departmentalized grocery store
Whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayatalk?
Wheredayagitit?
Whatayatalk, whatayatalk, whatayatalk
Wheredayagitit?
Ya can talk, ya can bicker, ya can talk, ya can bicker
Ya can talk, talk, talk, talk, bicker, bicker, bicker
Ya can talk all ya wanta but is different than it was
No it ain't but you gotta know the territory
Why it's the Uneeda Biscuit made the trouble
Uneeda, Uneeda put the crackers in a package, in a package
The Uneeda Biscuit in an air-tight sanitary package made the cracker barrel obsolete, obsolete
Obsolete, obsolete, obsolete
Cracker barrel went out the window with the Mail Pouch cut plug chawin' by the stove
Changed the approach of the travelin' salesman, made it pretty hard
No it didn't, no it didn't
But ya gotta know the territory
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 tierce
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 the crackle barrel bein' obsolete, or the Uneeda Biscuit in an air-tight sanitary package, or the Model T Ford
Just a minute, just a minute, just a minute
Never worries 'bout his line
Never worries 'bout his line
Or a doggone thing, He's just a bang beat, bell ringing
Big haul, great go, neck-or-nothing, rip roarin'
Every time a bull's eye salesman
That's Professor Harold Hill, Harold Hill
Tell us - What's his 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!
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