Chords for The Music Man "Ya Got Trouble"

Well, there's the weather, of course, when it's in season. _
Now, Mars, I need some ideas if I'm
going to get your town out of the serious trouble it's in.
River City ain't in any trouble.
Well, then I have to create some.
Must create a desperate need in your town for a boy's band. _ _ _ _
So why does everybody keep rubbering
into the billiard parlor?
Oh, they just got in a new pool table.
_ Must have seen a pool table before.
No, just billiards. _ _ _ _ _
_ [Bb] _ _ _ That'll do it.
You just sit where you are, and remember,
if you see that [Eb] music teacher. _
_ _ _ _ [N] _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ Are you Mr.
Dunlop?
Yeah.
Well, either you're closing your eyes to a situation
[G] you do not wish to acknowledge, [Ab] or you are not
aware of the caliber of disaster indicated
by the presence of a pool table in your [Bb] community.
_ [Ebm] Well, you [Ab] got trouble, my friend.
[F] Right here, [Dbm] I say [C] trouble right here [Ab] in River City.
Why, sure, I'm a [G] billiard player.
Certainly [Eb] mighty proud to [C] say I'm always
mighty proud to [Eb] say it.
I consider that the hours I [F] spend with a cue in my [Ebm] hand are golden.
[Eb]
[Bbm] Help me cultivate horse sense, and a cool head, and [G] a keen [Abm] eye.
Did you ever take and try to give an ironclad leave
to [Gm] yourself from a three-rail billiard [Eb] shot?
But [Ab] just as I say it [G] takes judgment, brains, and [F] maturity
to score in a bopline game, I say that [Gb] any boo can take
and [Db] shove a ball in a pocket.
And I call that sloth, [D] the first big step on [Gb] the road
to the depths of degradation.
Every [F] day I say [Fm] first [Ab] medicinal wine from a teaspoon,
then beer from a bottle.
And the next thing you know, your son
is playing for money in a pinchback suit.
And listening to some big [Gb] out-of-town [G] Jasper,
[Gb] hearing him tell [Bbm] about horse race gambling.
Not a wholesome trotting race, [Gb] no,
but a race where they sat [G] down right on [Bb] the horse.
[E] Like to see some stuck-up jockey boy sitting [D] on Dan [Ab] Patch?
Make your blood boil, well, I should say.
Now, friends, let me tell you what I mean.
You got one, two, three, [Db] four, five, six pockets in a table.
Pockets [Ab] that mark the difference between a gentleman and a bum,
with a capital [Fm] B, and that rhymes with [Eb] P,
and that [Ab] stands for [E] pool.
And all week long, your River City youth
will be frittering away.
I say your young men will be [Abm] frittering,
frittering away their noontime, [Bbm] suppertime,
chore [Eb] time too.
Get the ball in the pocket, never [F] mind getting [Ebm] dandelions
pulled to the screen door [Eb] patched or the beefsteak pounded.
Never mind pumping [Db] any water till [Bb] your parents are [A] caught
with [G] a cistern empty on a [Ab] Saturday night,
and that's trouble.
Yes, you got lots and lots of [Abm] trouble.
I'm thinking of the kids in the [Ab] knickerbocker,
the shirt tail [Db] young ones,
peeking in the pool hall window after school.
You got trouble, [Ab] folks, right here in River [C] City.
[F]
[Abm] Trouble with a capital T, and that rhymes with P,
and that stands for pool.
Now, I know all you folks are the right kind of [Ab] parents.
I'm gonna be perfectly frank.
Would you like to know what kind of conversation goes on
while they're loafing around that hall?
They [Eb] ever trying out Bevo, [F] trying out Q-Bab,
[Gb] trying out Taylor Maids like [Db] cigarette fiends,
and bragging all about how they're [E] gonna cover up
[Gm] a [Ab] telltale breath with Sen Sen one fine night.
They leave the pool hall, heading for the dance at the armory.
[Gb] Libertine men and scarlet [Db] women and ragtime,
shameless music that'll grab your son, [D] your [Ab] daughter,
with the arms of a jungle animal [Bb] instinct, [Eb] masteria.
Friends, the [Db] idle [B] brain is the [A] devil's playground.
[Bb] Trouble.
We got [Ab] trouble.
Right here in River City.
Right here in River City.
With a capital T, and that rhymes [Abm] with P,
and that stands [Eb] for pool.
We got [G] trouble.
[Abm] We've surely got trouble.
We got trouble.
Right here in [Gbm] River City.
[Dbm] Right here.
Gotta figure out a way to keep the young ones
moral after school.
After the spiritual echo.
_ _ Mothers of River City, _ heed that warning
before it's [N] too late.
Watch for the telltale signs of corruption.
_ The minute your son leaves the house,
does he re-buckle his knickerbockers below the knee?
Is there a nicotine stain on his index finger?
A dime novel hidden in the corn crib?
Is he starting to memorize jokes from Captain Billy's whiz-bang?
Are certain words creeping into his conversation?
_ _ Words like, _ _ like swell.
Swell.
Aha, and so's your old man.
Swell.
[A] But if so, my friends, we [Abm] 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.
We've surely got trouble.
We've surely got trouble.
Right here in [A] River City.
Right here.
Remember the main Plymouth Rock and the Golden Rule.
I do, [Ab] until the time I come.
Oh, we got trouble.
We're in terrible, terrible trouble.
That game with the 15 numbered balls is a devil's do.
Devil's do.
[Bbm] Oh, yes, we got trouble, trouble, [Dm] trouble.
Oh, yes, we got [A] trouble.
Here's the big, big trouble.
[Ab] With a T.
With a capital T.
That rhymed with P.
That rhymed with P.
And it stands for pool.
[Bbm] That stands [Ab] for pool.
Remember, _ listen to me, because I passed this way but once.
Trouble, [G] trouble, trouble, trouble.
[Ab]
Oh, we got trouble, trouble, trouble.
Oh, yes, we got trouble.
_ _ _ _ [Eb] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _