Ya Got Trouble - Meredith Willson (Lyrics and Chords)

ARTIST: Meredith Willson
TITLE: Ya Got Trouble
Lyrics and Chords


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Well, ya got trouble, my friend
Right here, I say trouble right here in River City

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Why, sure, I'm a billiard player, certainly mighty proud
I 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
'Jever take and try to find an iron clad leave
To yourself from a three-rail billiard shot?

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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-

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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
Hearin' 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 settin' on Dan Patch?
Make your blood boil, well I should say

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Now, friends, 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'

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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

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Yes, 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'

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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
One fine night they leave the pool hall
Headin' for the dance at the Arm'ry
Libertine men and scarlet women and ragtime
Shameless music that'll drag your son, your daughter
Into the arms of a jungle animal instinct massteria!
Friends, the idle brain is the devil's playground, trouble!

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    Oh, we got trouble
Right here in River City
    Right here in River City
With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P'
And that stands for 'pool'
    That stands for pool

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We surely got trouble
    We surely got trouble
Right here in River City
    Right here
Gotta figure out a way to keep the young ones
Moral after school - Our children's children gonna have
Trouble, trouble, trouble, trouble...

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{Freely}
Mothers of River City
Heed that 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
    Oh, we got trouble
Right here in River City
    Right here in River City
With a capital 'T' and that rhymes with 'P' and that stands for 'pool'
    That stands for pool

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We've surely got trouble
    We surely got trouble
Right here in River City
    Right here
Remember the Maine, Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule?
    Our children's children gonna have trouble

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Oho, we got trouble
We're in terrible, terrible trouble
That game with the fifteen numbered balls is the devil's tool
    Devil's tool

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Yes, we've got trouble, trouble, trouble
Oh, yes, we got trouble here, we got big, big trouble
With a 'T'
    With a capital 'T'
And that rhymes with 'P'
    That rhymes with 'P'
And that stands for pool
    That stands for pool

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