Oklahoma, where the wind comes whippin' down the plains,
Where the wavin' wheat,
Can sure smell sweet,
When the wind comes right behind the rain,
Oklahoma, every night my honeylamb and I,
Sit alone and talk,
And watch a hawk,
Makin' lazy circles in the sky,
And when we say, "yow-Iyippy-o-I-aye",
We're only sayin' "You're doin' fine Oklahoma, Oklahoma, O K L A H O M A,
Oklahoma, OK.
Oklahoma! Musical Album Lyrics
Oklahoma! Musical Lyrics
- Overture "Oklahoma" by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- Oh What A Beautiful Mornin by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- The Surrey With The Fringe On Top by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- Kansas City by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- I Can't Say No by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- Many A New Day by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- It's A Scandal! It's A Outrage! by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- People Will Say Were In Love by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- Pore Jud Is Daid by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- Lonely Room by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- Out Of My Dreams by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- The Farmer And The Cowman by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- All Er Nuthin' (Nothin') by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- Oklahoma by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- Finale by Rodgers and Hammerstein
- Pore Jud Is Daid (Alternate take/Complete Version) by Rodgers and Hammerstein
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Oh What A Beautiful Mornin
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
There's a bright, golden haze on the meadow,
There's a bright, golden haze on the meadow.
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'!
Oh, what a beautiful day!
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rythin's goin' my way.
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues.
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little brown mav'rick is winkin' her eye.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'!
Oh, what a beautiful day!
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rythin's goin' my way.
All the sounds of the earth are like music~
All the sounds of the earth are like music.
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And a ol' weepin' willer is laughin' at me.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'!
Oh, what a beautiful day!
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rythin's goin' my way...
Oh, what a beautiful day
There's a bright, golden haze on the meadow.
The corn is as high as an elephant's eye,
An' it looks like it's climbin' clear up to the sky.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'!
Oh, what a beautiful day!
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rythin's goin' my way.
All the cattle are standin' like statues,
All the cattle are standin' like statues.
They don't turn their heads as they see me ride by,
But a little brown mav'rick is winkin' her eye.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'!
Oh, what a beautiful day!
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rythin's goin' my way.
All the sounds of the earth are like music~
All the sounds of the earth are like music.
The breeze is so busy it don't miss a tree,
And a ol' weepin' willer is laughin' at me.
Oh, what a beautiful mornin'!
Oh, what a beautiful day!
I got a beautiful feelin'
Ev'rythin's goin' my way...
Oh, what a beautiful day
Writer: Oscar Ii Hammerstein, Richard Rodgers
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
The Surrey With The Fringe On Top
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
Curly:
When I take you out, tonight, with me,
Honey, here's the way it's gonna be:
You will set behind a team of snow white horses,
In the slickest gig you ever see!
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
Watch that fringe and see how it flutters
When I drive them high steppin' strutters.
Nosy folks'll peek thru' their shutters and their eyes will
pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case there's a change in the weather.
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'
You c'n keep your rig if you're thinkin' 'at I'd keer to swap
Fer that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top!
All the world'll fly in a flurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
When we hit that road, hell fer leather,
Cats and dogs'll dance in the heather,
Birds and frogs'll sing all together and the toads will hop!
The wind'll whistle as we rattle along,
The cows'll moo in the clover,
The river will ripple out a whispered song,
And whisper it over and over:
Don't you wisht y'd go on forever?
Don't you wisht y'd go on forever?
Don't you wisht y'd go on forever and ud never stop
In that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top!
I can see the stars gettin' blurry,
When we drive back home in the surrey,
Drivin' slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top!
I can feel the day gettin' older,
Feel a sleepy head on my shoulder,
Noddin', droopin' close to my shoulder, till it falls
kerplop!
The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill;
The moon is takin' a header,
And jist as I'm thinkin' all the earth is still,
A lark'll wake up in the medder.
Hush, you bird, my baby's a-sleepin'!
Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin'
Whoa! you team, and jist keep a-creepin' at a slow clip clop.
Don't you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top
When I take you out, tonight, with me,
Honey, here's the way it's gonna be:
You will set behind a team of snow white horses,
In the slickest gig you ever see!
Chicks and ducks and geese better scurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
Watch that fringe and see how it flutters
When I drive them high steppin' strutters.
Nosy folks'll peek thru' their shutters and their eyes will
pop!
The wheels are yeller, the upholstery's brown,
The dashboard's genuine leather,
With isinglass curtains y' can roll right down,
In case there's a change in the weather.
Two bright sidelight's winkin' and blinkin',
Ain't no finer rig I'm a-thinkin'
You c'n keep your rig if you're thinkin' 'at I'd keer to swap
Fer that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top!
All the world'll fly in a flurry
When I take you out in the surrey,
When I take you out in the surrey with the fringe on top!
When we hit that road, hell fer leather,
Cats and dogs'll dance in the heather,
Birds and frogs'll sing all together and the toads will hop!
The wind'll whistle as we rattle along,
The cows'll moo in the clover,
The river will ripple out a whispered song,
And whisper it over and over:
Don't you wisht y'd go on forever?
Don't you wisht y'd go on forever?
Don't you wisht y'd go on forever and ud never stop
In that shiny, little surrey with the fringe on the top!
I can see the stars gettin' blurry,
When we drive back home in the surrey,
Drivin' slowly home in the surrey with the fringe on top!
I can feel the day gettin' older,
Feel a sleepy head on my shoulder,
Noddin', droopin' close to my shoulder, till it falls
kerplop!
The sun is swimmin' on the rim of a hill;
The moon is takin' a header,
And jist as I'm thinkin' all the earth is still,
A lark'll wake up in the medder.
Hush, you bird, my baby's a-sleepin'!
Maybe got a dream worth a-keepin'
Whoa! you team, and jist keep a-creepin' at a slow clip clop.
Don't you hurry with the surrey with the fringe on the top
Writer: Oscar Hammerstein II, Richard Rodgers
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Kansas City
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
Gene]
I got to Kansas City on a Frid'y.
By Sattidy I l'arned a thing or two.
For up to then I didn't have an idy
Of whut the modren world was comin' to.
I counted twenty gas buggies goin' by theirsel's
Almost ev'ry time I tuck a walk.
Nen I put my ear to a Bell Telephone,
And a strange womern started in to talk!
Ev'rythin's up to date in Kansas City.
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!
They went and built a skyscraper seven stories high~
About as high as a buildin' orta grow.
Ev'rythin's like a dream in Kansas City.
It's better than a magic-lantern show.
Y' c'n turn the radiator on whenever you want some heat,
With ev'ry kind o' comfort ev'ry house is all complete,
You c'n walk to privies in the rain an' never wet yer feet~
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!
[Chorus]
Yes, sir!
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!
[Gene]
Ev'rythin's up to date in Kansas City.
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!
They got a big theayter they call a burleekew.
Fer fifty cents you c'n see a dandy show.
One of the gals was fat and pink and pretty,
As round above as she was round below.
I could swear that she was padded from her shoulder to her heel,
But later in the second act, when she began to peel,
She proved that ev'rythin' she had was absolutely real~
She went about as fur as she could go!
[Chorus]
Yes, sir!
She went about as fur as she could go
I got to Kansas City on a Frid'y.
By Sattidy I l'arned a thing or two.
For up to then I didn't have an idy
Of whut the modren world was comin' to.
I counted twenty gas buggies goin' by theirsel's
Almost ev'ry time I tuck a walk.
Nen I put my ear to a Bell Telephone,
And a strange womern started in to talk!
Ev'rythin's up to date in Kansas City.
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!
They went and built a skyscraper seven stories high~
About as high as a buildin' orta grow.
Ev'rythin's like a dream in Kansas City.
It's better than a magic-lantern show.
Y' c'n turn the radiator on whenever you want some heat,
With ev'ry kind o' comfort ev'ry house is all complete,
You c'n walk to privies in the rain an' never wet yer feet~
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!
[Chorus]
Yes, sir!
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!
[Gene]
Ev'rythin's up to date in Kansas City.
They've gone about as fur as they c'n go!
They got a big theayter they call a burleekew.
Fer fifty cents you c'n see a dandy show.
One of the gals was fat and pink and pretty,
As round above as she was round below.
I could swear that she was padded from her shoulder to her heel,
But later in the second act, when she began to peel,
She proved that ev'rythin' she had was absolutely real~
She went about as fur as she could go!
[Chorus]
Yes, sir!
She went about as fur as she could go
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
I Can't Say No
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
It ain't so much a question of not knowing what to do.
I knowed whut's right and wrong since I been ten.
I heared a lot of stories and I reckon they are true
About how girls're put upon by men.
I know I mustn't fall into the pit,
But when I'm with a feller, I fergit!
I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
I'm in a turrible fix I always say "come on, le's go"
Jist when I orta say nix!
When a person tries to kiss a girl,
I know she orta give his face a smack.
But as soon as someone kisses me,
I somehow, sorta, wanta kiss him back!
I'm jist a fool when lights are low
I cain't be prissy and quaint
I ain't the type that can faint
How c'n I be whut I ain't?
I cain't say no!
Whut you goin' to do when a feller gits flirty, and starts to talk purty?
Whut you goin' to do?
S'posin' 'at he says 'at yer lips're like cherries, er roses, er berries?
Whut you goin' to do?
S'posin' 'at he says 'at you're sweeter 'n cream,
And he's gotta have cream er die?
Whut you goin' to do when he talks that way,
Spit in his eye?
I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
Cain't seem to say it at all
I hate to disserpoint a beau
When he is payin' a call!
Fer a while I ack refined and cool,
A settin on the velveteen setee
Nen I think of thet ol' golden rule,
And do fer him what he would do fer me!
I cain't resist a Romeo
In a sombrero and chaps
Soon as I sit on their laps
Somethin' inside of me snaps
I cain't say no!
I knowed whut's right and wrong since I been ten.
I heared a lot of stories and I reckon they are true
About how girls're put upon by men.
I know I mustn't fall into the pit,
But when I'm with a feller, I fergit!
I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
I'm in a turrible fix I always say "come on, le's go"
Jist when I orta say nix!
When a person tries to kiss a girl,
I know she orta give his face a smack.
But as soon as someone kisses me,
I somehow, sorta, wanta kiss him back!
I'm jist a fool when lights are low
I cain't be prissy and quaint
I ain't the type that can faint
How c'n I be whut I ain't?
I cain't say no!
Whut you goin' to do when a feller gits flirty, and starts to talk purty?
Whut you goin' to do?
S'posin' 'at he says 'at yer lips're like cherries, er roses, er berries?
Whut you goin' to do?
S'posin' 'at he says 'at you're sweeter 'n cream,
And he's gotta have cream er die?
Whut you goin' to do when he talks that way,
Spit in his eye?
I'm jist a girl who cain't say no,
Cain't seem to say it at all
I hate to disserpoint a beau
When he is payin' a call!
Fer a while I ack refined and cool,
A settin on the velveteen setee
Nen I think of thet ol' golden rule,
And do fer him what he would do fer me!
I cain't resist a Romeo
In a sombrero and chaps
Soon as I sit on their laps
Somethin' inside of me snaps
I cain't say no!
Writer: Oscar Hammerstein Ii, Richard Rodgers
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Many A New Day
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
[Laurey:]
Why should a woman who is healthy and strong
Blubber like a baby if her man goes away
A weeping and a wailing how he's done her wrong?
That's one thing you'll never hear me say
Never gonna think that the man I lose
Is the only man among men
I'll snap my fingers to show I don't care
I'll buy me a brand new dress to wear
I'll scrub my neck and I'll brush my hair
And start all over again
[Chorus:]
Many a new face will please my eye
Many a new love will find me
Never have I once looked back to sigh
Over the romance behind me
Many a new day will dawn
Before I do
Many a light lad may kiss and fly
A kiss gone by is bygone
Never have I asked an August sky
Where has last July gone?
Never have I wandered through the rye
Wondering where has some guy gone
Many a new day will dawn
Before I do
[Together:]
[Chorus]
[Laurey:]
Never have I chased the honeybee
Who carelessly cajoled me
Somebody else just as sweet as he
Cheered me and consoled me
Never have I wept into my tea
Over the deal someone doled me
[Together:]
Many a new day will dawn
[Laurey:]
Many a red sun will set
Many a blue moon will shine
Before I do
[Together:]
[Chorus]
[Laurey:]
Many a red sun will set
Many a blue moon will shine
Before I do
Why should a woman who is healthy and strong
Blubber like a baby if her man goes away
A weeping and a wailing how he's done her wrong?
That's one thing you'll never hear me say
Never gonna think that the man I lose
Is the only man among men
I'll snap my fingers to show I don't care
I'll buy me a brand new dress to wear
I'll scrub my neck and I'll brush my hair
And start all over again
[Chorus:]
Many a new face will please my eye
Many a new love will find me
Never have I once looked back to sigh
Over the romance behind me
Many a new day will dawn
Before I do
Many a light lad may kiss and fly
A kiss gone by is bygone
Never have I asked an August sky
Where has last July gone?
Never have I wandered through the rye
Wondering where has some guy gone
Many a new day will dawn
Before I do
[Together:]
[Chorus]
[Laurey:]
Never have I chased the honeybee
Who carelessly cajoled me
Somebody else just as sweet as he
Cheered me and consoled me
Never have I wept into my tea
Over the deal someone doled me
[Together:]
Many a new day will dawn
[Laurey:]
Many a red sun will set
Many a blue moon will shine
Before I do
[Together:]
[Chorus]
[Laurey:]
Many a red sun will set
Many a blue moon will shine
Before I do
Writer: OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN II, RICHARD RODGERS
Copyright: Lyrics © IMAGEM U.S. LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © IMAGEM U.S. LLC
It's A Scandal! It's A Outrage!
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
[ALI THE PEDDLERMAN]
Trapped!
Tricked!
Hoodblinked!
Hambushed!
[MEN]
Friend, what's on your mind?
Why do you walk around and around?
With your hands folded behind?
And your chin scraping the ground?
[ALI]
Twenty minutes ago, I am free, like a breeze.
Free like a bird in the woodland wild.
Free like a gypsy, free like a child.
I am unattached.
Twenty minutes ago, I can do what I please.
Flick my cigar ashes on the rug.
Dunk with a donut, drink from a jug.
I am a happy man.
I am minding my own business like I oughta.
Ain't meaning any harm to anyone.
I'm talking to a certain farmer's daughter-
Then I am looking in the muzzle of a gun!
[MEN]
It's getting so you can't have any fun.
Every daughter has a father with a gun.
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
How a gal gets a husband today.
[ALI]
If you make one mistake when the moon is bright
Then they tie you to a contract so you make it every night.
[MEN]
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
When her family surround you and say,
"You gotta take and make an honest woman outa Nell"
[ALI]
To make you make her honest, she will lie like hell!
[MEN]
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
On our manhood it's a blot!
Where is the leader who will save us
And be the first man to be shot?
[ALI]
Me?
[MEN]
Yes, you!
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
Just a wink and a kiss and you're through!
[ALI]
You're a mess, and in less then a year, by heck
There's a baby on your shoulder making bubbles on your neck.
[MEN]
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
Any farmer will tell you it's true.
[ALI]
A rooster in a chicken coop is better off than men-
He ain't the special property of just one hen.
[MEN]
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
It's a problem we must solve.
We gotta start a revolution!
[WOMEN]
All right, boys. Revolve!
Trapped!
Tricked!
Hoodblinked!
Hambushed!
[MEN]
Friend, what's on your mind?
Why do you walk around and around?
With your hands folded behind?
And your chin scraping the ground?
[ALI]
Twenty minutes ago, I am free, like a breeze.
Free like a bird in the woodland wild.
Free like a gypsy, free like a child.
I am unattached.
Twenty minutes ago, I can do what I please.
Flick my cigar ashes on the rug.
Dunk with a donut, drink from a jug.
I am a happy man.
I am minding my own business like I oughta.
Ain't meaning any harm to anyone.
I'm talking to a certain farmer's daughter-
Then I am looking in the muzzle of a gun!
[MEN]
It's getting so you can't have any fun.
Every daughter has a father with a gun.
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
How a gal gets a husband today.
[ALI]
If you make one mistake when the moon is bright
Then they tie you to a contract so you make it every night.
[MEN]
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
When her family surround you and say,
"You gotta take and make an honest woman outa Nell"
[ALI]
To make you make her honest, she will lie like hell!
[MEN]
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
On our manhood it's a blot!
Where is the leader who will save us
And be the first man to be shot?
[ALI]
Me?
[MEN]
Yes, you!
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
Just a wink and a kiss and you're through!
[ALI]
You're a mess, and in less then a year, by heck
There's a baby on your shoulder making bubbles on your neck.
[MEN]
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
Any farmer will tell you it's true.
[ALI]
A rooster in a chicken coop is better off than men-
He ain't the special property of just one hen.
[MEN]
It's a scandal. It's an outrage.
It's a problem we must solve.
We gotta start a revolution!
[WOMEN]
All right, boys. Revolve!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
People Will Say Were In Love
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
Why do they think up stories that link my name with yours?
Why do the neighbors chatter all day, behind their doors?
I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue.
Here is the gist, a practical list of "donts" for you.
Don't throw bouquets at me
Don't please my folks too much
Don't laugh at my jokes too much
People will say we're in love!
Don't sigh and gaze at me
Your sighs are so like mine
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine
People will say we're in love!
Don't start collecting things
Give me my rose and my glove.
Sweetheart they're suspecting things
People will say we're in love.
Don't praise my charm too much
Don't look so vain with me
Don't stand in the rain with me
People will say we're in love!
Don't take my arm too much
Don't keep your hand in mine
Your hand feels so grand in mine
People will say we're in love!
Don't dance all night with me
Till the stars fade from above.
They'll see it's alright with me
People will say we're in love.
Why do the neighbors chatter all day, behind their doors?
I know a way to prove what they say is quite untrue.
Here is the gist, a practical list of "donts" for you.
Don't throw bouquets at me
Don't please my folks too much
Don't laugh at my jokes too much
People will say we're in love!
Don't sigh and gaze at me
Your sighs are so like mine
Your eyes mustn't glow like mine
People will say we're in love!
Don't start collecting things
Give me my rose and my glove.
Sweetheart they're suspecting things
People will say we're in love.
Don't praise my charm too much
Don't look so vain with me
Don't stand in the rain with me
People will say we're in love!
Don't take my arm too much
Don't keep your hand in mine
Your hand feels so grand in mine
People will say we're in love!
Don't dance all night with me
Till the stars fade from above.
They'll see it's alright with me
People will say we're in love.
Writer: OSCAR HAMMERSTEIN II, RICHARD RODGERS
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Copyright: Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
Pore Jud Is Daid
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
Gordon]
Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid,
All gether round his cawfin now and cry.
He had a heart of gold
And he wasn't very old~
Oh, why did such a feller have to die?
Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid.
He's lookin', oh so peaceful and serene~
[Rod]
And serene!
[Gordon]
He's all laid out to rest
With his hands acrost his chest.
His finger nails have never b'en so clean.
[Gordon]
[speaking]
Nen the preacher'd git up and he'd say: "Folks! We are gethered here to
moan and groan over our brother Jud Fry, who hung hisse'f up by a rope in the smokehouse."
Nen there'd be weepin' and wailin' from some of those womern.
Nen he'd say, "Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory. People useter think he was a mean, ugly feller,
And they called him a dirty skunk and a ornery pig-stealer.
[Gordon]
[Singing]
But the folks 'at really knowed him,
Knowed 'at beneath them two dirty shirts he alw'ys wore,
There beat a heart as big as all outdoors."
[Rod]
As big as all outdoors.
[Gordon]
Jud Fry loved his fellow man.
[Rod]
He loved his fellow man.
[Gordon]
[Speaking with the impassioned infections of an evangelist]
He loved the birds of the forest and the beasts of the field,
He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn,
And he treated the rats like equals~which he was right.
And he loved little children.
He loved ev'ybody and ev'ythin' in the world...
On'y he never let on, so nobody ever knowed it!
[Gordon]
[Singing]
Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid,
His friends'll weep and wail fer miles around.
[Rod]
Miles around.
[Gordon]
The daisies in the dell
Will give out a diff'runt smell
Becuz pore Jud is underneath the ground.
[Rod]
Pore Jud is daid,
A candle lights his haid,
He's layin' in a cawfin made of wood.
[Gordon]
Wood.
[Rod]
And folks are feelin' sad
Cuz they useter to treat him bad,
And now they know their friend has gone fer good.
[Gordon]
Good.
[Rod And Gordon]
Pore Jud is daid,
A candle lights his haid~
[Gordon]
He's lookin', oh, so purty and so nice!
He looks like he's asleep.
It's a shame that he won't keep,
But it's summer and we're runnin' out of ice...
Pore Jud~pore Jud
Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid,
All gether round his cawfin now and cry.
He had a heart of gold
And he wasn't very old~
Oh, why did such a feller have to die?
Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid.
He's lookin', oh so peaceful and serene~
[Rod]
And serene!
[Gordon]
He's all laid out to rest
With his hands acrost his chest.
His finger nails have never b'en so clean.
[Gordon]
[speaking]
Nen the preacher'd git up and he'd say: "Folks! We are gethered here to
moan and groan over our brother Jud Fry, who hung hisse'f up by a rope in the smokehouse."
Nen there'd be weepin' and wailin' from some of those womern.
Nen he'd say, "Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory. People useter think he was a mean, ugly feller,
And they called him a dirty skunk and a ornery pig-stealer.
[Gordon]
[Singing]
But the folks 'at really knowed him,
Knowed 'at beneath them two dirty shirts he alw'ys wore,
There beat a heart as big as all outdoors."
[Rod]
As big as all outdoors.
[Gordon]
Jud Fry loved his fellow man.
[Rod]
He loved his fellow man.
[Gordon]
[Speaking with the impassioned infections of an evangelist]
He loved the birds of the forest and the beasts of the field,
He loved the mice and the vermin in the barn,
And he treated the rats like equals~which he was right.
And he loved little children.
He loved ev'ybody and ev'ythin' in the world...
On'y he never let on, so nobody ever knowed it!
[Gordon]
[Singing]
Pore Jud is daid,
Pore Jud Fry is daid,
His friends'll weep and wail fer miles around.
[Rod]
Miles around.
[Gordon]
The daisies in the dell
Will give out a diff'runt smell
Becuz pore Jud is underneath the ground.
[Rod]
Pore Jud is daid,
A candle lights his haid,
He's layin' in a cawfin made of wood.
[Gordon]
Wood.
[Rod]
And folks are feelin' sad
Cuz they useter to treat him bad,
And now they know their friend has gone fer good.
[Gordon]
Good.
[Rod And Gordon]
Pore Jud is daid,
A candle lights his haid~
[Gordon]
He's lookin', oh, so purty and so nice!
He looks like he's asleep.
It's a shame that he won't keep,
But it's summer and we're runnin' out of ice...
Pore Jud~pore Jud
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Lonely Room
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
The floor creaks,
The door squeaks,
There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom,
And I set by myself
Like a cobweb on a shelf,
By myself in a lonely room.
But when there's a moon in my winder
And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed,
Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall
And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head.
And all the things that I wish fer
Turn out like I want them to be,
And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand
Who thinks he is better'n me,
And the girl I want
Ain't afraid of my arms,
And her own soft arms keep me warm.
And her long, yeller hair
Falls across my face
Jist like the rain in a storm...
The floor creaks,
The door squeaks,
And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom.
And the sun flicks my eyes-
It was all a pack o' lies!
I'm awake in a lonely room
The door squeaks,
There's a field mouse a-nibblin' on a broom,
And I set by myself
Like a cobweb on a shelf,
By myself in a lonely room.
But when there's a moon in my winder
And it slants down a beam 'crost my bed,
Then the shadder of a tree starts a-dancin' on the wall
And a dream starts a-dancin' in my head.
And all the things that I wish fer
Turn out like I want them to be,
And I'm better'n that smart-aleck cowhand
Who thinks he is better'n me,
And the girl I want
Ain't afraid of my arms,
And her own soft arms keep me warm.
And her long, yeller hair
Falls across my face
Jist like the rain in a storm...
The floor creaks,
The door squeaks,
And the mouse starts a-nibblin' on the broom.
And the sun flicks my eyes-
It was all a pack o' lies!
I'm awake in a lonely room
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Out Of My Dreams
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
Out of my dreams and into your arms I long to fly.
I will come as evening comes to woo a waiting sky.
Out of my dreams and into the hush of falling shadows,
When the mist is low and stars are breaking through,
Then out of my dreams I'll go,
Into a dream with you
I will come as evening comes to woo a waiting sky.
Out of my dreams and into the hush of falling shadows,
When the mist is low and stars are breaking through,
Then out of my dreams I'll go,
Into a dream with you
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The Farmer And The Cowman
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
Jay]
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends,
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
One man likes to push a plough,
The other likes to chase a cow,
But that's no reason why they cain't be friends.
Territory folks should stick together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals.
[All]
Territory folks should stick together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals.
[Farmer]
I'd like to say a word fer the farmer.
[Charlotte]
Well, say it!
[Farmer]
He come out west and made a lot of changes.
[Man]
That's right!
[Gene]
He come out west and built a lot of fences.
[Gordon]
And built 'em right across our cattle ranges.
[Cowboy]
Why don't you dirt strangers go back to Missouri where you belong?
[Gene]
We got just as much right here!
[Farmer]
Shut up!
The farmer is good in criticism
No matter what the cowman says or thinks
You seldom see 'im drinkin' in a bar room
[Gordon]
Unless somebody else's buyin' drinks
[Jay]
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends,
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
The cowman ropes a cow with ease,
The farmer steals her butter and cheese,
That's no reason why they cain't be friends.
[Men]
Yeep yeep!
[All]
Territory folks should stick together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals.
[Charlotte]
I'd like to say a word for the cowboy.
[Gordon]
You would!
[Charlotte]
The road he treads is difficult and stoney,
He rides fer days on end,
With just a poney fer a friend.
[Gloria]
I sure feelin' sorry fer the poney!
[Charlotte]
The farmer should be sociable with the cowboy.
If he rides by an' ask fer food an' water,
Don't treat 'im like a louse,
Make 'im welcome in your house.
[Gene]
But be sure that you locked up yo' wife an' daughters.
[They all offend themselves at the same time and fight]
[Girls]
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
One man likes to push a plough,
The other likes to chase a cow,
But that's no reason why they cain't be friends.
GUN SHOT!!
[Charlotte]
Ain't nobody gonna slug out anythin'. This here is a party!
Break it up ya' two ol' fools. Alright Andrew sing it!
Dum-dah-dee-um-dum-dum!
[Jay]
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
[All]
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
One man likes to push a plough,
The other likes to chase a cow,
But that's no reason why they cain't be friends.
[Gordon]
And when this territory is a state,
An' joins the Union jus' like all the others,
The farmer, and cowman and the merchant,
Mus' all behave theirselves and act like brothers.
[Charlotte]
I'd like to teach you all a little sayin',
And learn the words by heart the way you should.
I don't say I'm no better than anybody else,
But I'll be damned if I ain't jist as good!
[All]
I don't say I'm no better than anybody else,
But I'll be damned if I ain't jist as good!
Territory folks should stick together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends,
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
One man likes to push a plough,
The other likes to chase a cow,
But that's no reason why they cain't be friends.
Territory folks should stick together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals.
[All]
Territory folks should stick together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals.
[Farmer]
I'd like to say a word fer the farmer.
[Charlotte]
Well, say it!
[Farmer]
He come out west and made a lot of changes.
[Man]
That's right!
[Gene]
He come out west and built a lot of fences.
[Gordon]
And built 'em right across our cattle ranges.
[Cowboy]
Why don't you dirt strangers go back to Missouri where you belong?
[Gene]
We got just as much right here!
[Farmer]
Shut up!
The farmer is good in criticism
No matter what the cowman says or thinks
You seldom see 'im drinkin' in a bar room
[Gordon]
Unless somebody else's buyin' drinks
[Jay]
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends,
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
The cowman ropes a cow with ease,
The farmer steals her butter and cheese,
That's no reason why they cain't be friends.
[Men]
Yeep yeep!
[All]
Territory folks should stick together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals.
[Charlotte]
I'd like to say a word for the cowboy.
[Gordon]
You would!
[Charlotte]
The road he treads is difficult and stoney,
He rides fer days on end,
With just a poney fer a friend.
[Gloria]
I sure feelin' sorry fer the poney!
[Charlotte]
The farmer should be sociable with the cowboy.
If he rides by an' ask fer food an' water,
Don't treat 'im like a louse,
Make 'im welcome in your house.
[Gene]
But be sure that you locked up yo' wife an' daughters.
[They all offend themselves at the same time and fight]
[Girls]
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
One man likes to push a plough,
The other likes to chase a cow,
But that's no reason why they cain't be friends.
GUN SHOT!!
[Charlotte]
Ain't nobody gonna slug out anythin'. This here is a party!
Break it up ya' two ol' fools. Alright Andrew sing it!
Dum-dah-dee-um-dum-dum!
[Jay]
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
[All]
Oh, the farmer and the cowman should be friends.
One man likes to push a plough,
The other likes to chase a cow,
But that's no reason why they cain't be friends.
[Gordon]
And when this territory is a state,
An' joins the Union jus' like all the others,
The farmer, and cowman and the merchant,
Mus' all behave theirselves and act like brothers.
[Charlotte]
I'd like to teach you all a little sayin',
And learn the words by heart the way you should.
I don't say I'm no better than anybody else,
But I'll be damned if I ain't jist as good!
[All]
I don't say I'm no better than anybody else,
But I'll be damned if I ain't jist as good!
Territory folks should stick together,
Territory folks should all be pals.
Cowboys dance with farmer's daughters,
Farmers dance with the ranchers' gals
Writer: Oscar Hammerstein Ii, Richard Rodgers
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All Er Nuthin' (Nothin')
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
WILL
You'll have to be a little more standoffish
When fellers offer you a buggy ride.
ANNIE
I'll give a imitation of a crawfish
And dig myself a hole where I can hide.
WILL
I heared how you was kickin' up some capers
When I was off in Kansas City Mo.
I heard some things you couldn't print in papers
From fellers who been talkin' like they know!
ANNIE
Foot!
I only did the kind of things I orta, sorta,
To you I was as faithful as c'n be fer me.
Them stories 'bout the way I lost my bloomers -
Rumors!
A lot of tempest in a pot o' tea!
WILL
The whole thing don't sound very good to me.
ANNIE
(spoken) Well, y' see.
WILL
(spoken) I go and sow my last wild oat! I cut out all shenanigans. I save my money, don't gamble or drink In the back room down at Flannigans! I give up lotsa other things A gentleman never mentions, But before I give up anymore, I wanta know your intentions!
(sung) With me it's all er nuthin'.
Is it all er nuthin' with you?
It cain't be "in between"
It cain't be "now and then"
No half and half romance will do!
I'm a one woman man,
Home lovin' type,
All complete with slippers and pipe.
Take me like I am, er leave me be!
If you cain't give me all, give me nuthin'
And nuthin's whut you'll git from me!
ANNIE
Not even sump'n?
WILL
Nuthin's whut you'll git from me!
ANNIE
With you it's all er nuthin'.
All fer you and nuthin' fer me!
But if a wife is wise, she's gotta realize
That men like you are wild and free.
So I ain't gonna fuss, ain't gonna frown,
Have your fun, go out on the town,
Stay up late and don't come home till three.
And go right off to sleep if you're sleepy,
There's no use waitin' up fer me!
WILL
Oh, Ado Annie!
ANNIE
No use waitin' up fer me!
You'll have to be a little more standoffish
When fellers offer you a buggy ride.
ANNIE
I'll give a imitation of a crawfish
And dig myself a hole where I can hide.
WILL
I heared how you was kickin' up some capers
When I was off in Kansas City Mo.
I heard some things you couldn't print in papers
From fellers who been talkin' like they know!
ANNIE
Foot!
I only did the kind of things I orta, sorta,
To you I was as faithful as c'n be fer me.
Them stories 'bout the way I lost my bloomers -
Rumors!
A lot of tempest in a pot o' tea!
WILL
The whole thing don't sound very good to me.
ANNIE
(spoken) Well, y' see.
WILL
(spoken) I go and sow my last wild oat! I cut out all shenanigans. I save my money, don't gamble or drink In the back room down at Flannigans! I give up lotsa other things A gentleman never mentions, But before I give up anymore, I wanta know your intentions!
(sung) With me it's all er nuthin'.
Is it all er nuthin' with you?
It cain't be "in between"
It cain't be "now and then"
No half and half romance will do!
I'm a one woman man,
Home lovin' type,
All complete with slippers and pipe.
Take me like I am, er leave me be!
If you cain't give me all, give me nuthin'
And nuthin's whut you'll git from me!
ANNIE
Not even sump'n?
WILL
Nuthin's whut you'll git from me!
ANNIE
With you it's all er nuthin'.
All fer you and nuthin' fer me!
But if a wife is wise, she's gotta realize
That men like you are wild and free.
So I ain't gonna fuss, ain't gonna frown,
Have your fun, go out on the town,
Stay up late and don't come home till three.
And go right off to sleep if you're sleepy,
There's no use waitin' up fer me!
WILL
Oh, Ado Annie!
ANNIE
No use waitin' up fer me!
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Oklahoma
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
Eller:
They couldn't pick a better time as that in life
Andrew:
It ain't too early and it ain't too late
Laurey:
Startin' as a farmer with a brand new wife
Curley:
Soon'll be livin' in a brand new state
Company:
Brand new state!
Brand new state, gonna treat you great!
Gonna give you barley, carrots and pertaters,
Pasture fer the cattle,
Spinach and termayters!
Flowers on the prarie where the June bugs zoom,
Plen'y of air and plen'y of room,
Plen'y of room to swing a rope!
Plen'y of heart and plen'y of hope.
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
Okla-okla-Okla-Okla-Okla-Okla
Okla-okla-Okla-Okla-Okla-Okla...
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
L - A - H - O - M - A
OKLAHOMA!
Yeeow!
They couldn't pick a better time as that in life
Andrew:
It ain't too early and it ain't too late
Laurey:
Startin' as a farmer with a brand new wife
Curley:
Soon'll be livin' in a brand new state
Company:
Brand new state!
Brand new state, gonna treat you great!
Gonna give you barley, carrots and pertaters,
Pasture fer the cattle,
Spinach and termayters!
Flowers on the prarie where the June bugs zoom,
Plen'y of air and plen'y of room,
Plen'y of room to swing a rope!
Plen'y of heart and plen'y of hope.
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
Oklahoma, where the wind comes sweepin' down the plain
And the wavin' wheat can sure smell sweet
When the wind comes right behind the rain.
Oklahoma, Ev'ry night my honey lamb and I
Sit alone and talk and watch a hawk
Makin' lazy circles in the sky.
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
Okla-okla-Okla-Okla-Okla-Okla
Okla-okla-Okla-Okla-Okla-Okla...
We know we belong to the land
And the land we belong to is grand!
And when we say
Yeeow! Ayipioeeay!
We're only sayin'
You're doin' fine, Oklahoma!
Oklahoma O.K.
L - A - H - O - M - A
OKLAHOMA!
Yeeow!
Writer: Oscar Ii Hammerstein, Richard Rodgers
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Finale
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
Nellie and kids:
Dites-moi
Pourquoi
La vie est belle,
Dies-moi
Pourquoi--
Emile:
La vie est gai,
Dites-moi
Pourquoi,
Chere Mad'moiselle,
Est-ce que
Parce que
Vous m'aimez?
Nellie:
Born on the opposite sides of the sea,
We are as diff'rent as people can be.
Emile:
It's true
Nellie:
And yet you want to marry me.
Emile:
I do!
Nellie:
I've known a few short weeks and yet
Somehow you made my heart forget
All other men I have ever met of view, but you...
Emile:
Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love,
When you feel her call you
Across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side,
And make her your own
For all through your life you
May dream all alone.
Nellie:
Once you have found her,
Never let her go.
Emile:
Once you have found her,
Never let her go
Dites-moi
Pourquoi
La vie est belle,
Dies-moi
Pourquoi--
Emile:
La vie est gai,
Dites-moi
Pourquoi,
Chere Mad'moiselle,
Est-ce que
Parce que
Vous m'aimez?
Nellie:
Born on the opposite sides of the sea,
We are as diff'rent as people can be.
Emile:
It's true
Nellie:
And yet you want to marry me.
Emile:
I do!
Nellie:
I've known a few short weeks and yet
Somehow you made my heart forget
All other men I have ever met of view, but you...
Emile:
Some enchanted evening
When you find your true love,
When you feel her call you
Across a crowded room,
Then fly to her side,
And make her your own
For all through your life you
May dream all alone.
Nellie:
Once you have found her,
Never let her go.
Emile:
Once you have found her,
Never let her go
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Pore Jud Is Daid (Alternate take/Complete Version)
by Rodgers and Hammerstein
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CURLY (singing):
Pore Jud is daid, pore Jud Fry is daid;
All gather 'round his coffin now and cry.
He had a heart of gold and he wasn't very old,
Oh, why did such a fella have to die.
Pore Jud is daid, pore Jud Fry is daid;
He's lookin' oh, so peaceful and serene (JUD: and serene).
He's all laid out to rest with his hands across his chest;
His fingernails have never been so clean.
CURLY (spoken):
Why then the preacher'd get up and he'd say:
"Folks, we're gathered together here today to moan and groan over brother Jud Fry who hung himself up by a rope in the
Smokehouse."
(Then there'd be weepin' and wailin', from some of those women.)
Then he'd say:
"Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory. People used to think he was a mean, ugly fella; used to think he was a
Dirty skunk and orn'ry pig stealer."
CURLY (singing):
But the folks who really knowed him, know that beneath the two dirty shirts that he always wore,
There beat a heart as big as all out doors (JUD: as big as all out doors).
Jud Fry loved his fellow man (JUD: he loved his fellow man).
CURLY (spoken):
He loved the birds of the forest,
He loved the beasts in the field,
He loved the mice and vermin and he treated the rats like equal (which was right).
He loved everybody and everything, he loved the little children only . . . only he never let on, so nobody ever knowed it.
CURLY (singing):
Pore Jud is daid, pore Jud Fry is daid;
His friends'll weep and wail for miles around (JUD: miles around).
The daisies in the dell will give out a different smell
Because poor Jud is under neath the ground.
JUD (singing):
Pore Jud is daid, a candle lights his haid.
He's layin' in a coffin made of wood (CURLY: wood),
And folks are feelin' sad 'cause they used to treat him bad,
But now they know their friend is gone for good (CURLY: good).
BOTH (singing):
Pore Jud is daid, a condle lights his haid.
CURLY (singing):
He's lookin' oh, s'purdy and s'nice.
He looks like he's asleep, it's a shame that he won't keep,
But it's summer and we're runnin' out of ice.
BOTH (singing):
Pore . . . Jud
Pore . . . Jud
CURLY (singing):
Pore Jud is daid, pore Jud Fry is daid;
All gather 'round his coffin now and cry.
He had a heart of gold and he wasn't very old,
Oh, why did such a fella have to die.
Pore Jud is daid, pore Jud Fry is daid;
He's lookin' oh, so peaceful and serene (JUD: and serene).
He's all laid out to rest with his hands across his chest;
His fingernails have never been so clean.
CURLY (spoken):
Why then the preacher'd get up and he'd say:
"Folks, we're gathered together here today to moan and groan over brother Jud Fry who hung himself up by a rope in the
Smokehouse."
(Then there'd be weepin' and wailin', from some of those women.)
Then he'd say:
"Jud was the most misunderstood man in the territory. People used to think he was a mean, ugly fella; used to think he was a
Dirty skunk and orn'ry pig stealer."
CURLY (singing):
But the folks who really knowed him, know that beneath the two dirty shirts that he always wore,
There beat a heart as big as all out doors (JUD: as big as all out doors).
Jud Fry loved his fellow man (JUD: he loved his fellow man).
CURLY (spoken):
He loved the birds of the forest,
He loved the beasts in the field,
He loved the mice and vermin and he treated the rats like equal (which was right).
He loved everybody and everything, he loved the little children only . . . only he never let on, so nobody ever knowed it.
CURLY (singing):
Pore Jud is daid, pore Jud Fry is daid;
His friends'll weep and wail for miles around (JUD: miles around).
The daisies in the dell will give out a different smell
Because poor Jud is under neath the ground.
JUD (singing):
Pore Jud is daid, a candle lights his haid.
He's layin' in a coffin made of wood (CURLY: wood),
And folks are feelin' sad 'cause they used to treat him bad,
But now they know their friend is gone for good (CURLY: good).
BOTH (singing):
Pore Jud is daid, a condle lights his haid.
CURLY (singing):
He's lookin' oh, s'purdy and s'nice.
He looks like he's asleep, it's a shame that he won't keep,
But it's summer and we're runnin' out of ice.
BOTH (singing):
Pore . . . Jud
Pore . . . Jud
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Oklahoma! is the first musical written by the duo of Rodgers and Hammerstein. The musical is based on Lynn Riggs's 1931 play, Green Grow the Lilacs.
Set in farm country outside the town of Claremore, Indian Territory, in 1906, it tells the story of farm girl Laurey Williams and her courtship by two rival suitors, cowboy Curly McLain and the sinister and frightening farmhand Jud Fry. A secondary romance concerns cowboy Will Parker and his flirtatious fiancée, Ado Annie.
The original Broadway production opened on March 31, 1943. It was a box office hit and ran for an unprecedented 2,212 performances, later enjoying award-winning revivals, national tours, foreign productions and an Oscar-winning 1955 film adaptation. It has long been a popular choice for school and community productions. Rodgers and Hammerstein won a special Pulitzer Prize for Oklahoma! in 1944.
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Soundtrack, Musical Set in farm country outside the town of Claremore, Indian Territory, in 1906, it tells the story of farm girl Laurey Williams and her courtship by two rival suitors, cowboy Curly McLain and the sinister and frightening farmhand Jud Fry. A secondary romance concerns cowboy Will Parker and his flirtatious fiancée, Ado Annie.
The original Broadway production opened on March 31, 1943. It was a box office hit and ran for an unprecedented 2,212 performances, later enjoying award-winning revivals, national tours, foreign productions and an Oscar-winning 1955 film adaptation. It has long been a popular choice for school and community productions. Rodgers and Hammerstein won a special Pulitzer Prize for Oklahoma! in 1944.
-Wikipedia
Year: 1943