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!
Paint Your Wagon Soundtrack Album Lyrics
Paint Your Wagon Soundtrack Lyrics
- Main Title (I'm On My Way) by Paint Your Wagon Chorus
- I Still See Elisa by Clint Eastwood
- The First Thing You Know by Lee Marvin
- Hand Me Down That Can O' Beans by Lee Marvin
- They Call The Wind Maria by Harve Presnell
- A Million Miles Away Behind The Door by Jean Seberg
- There's A Coach Comin' In by Harve Presnell
- Whoop-Ti-Ay! (Shivaree) by Paint Your Wagon Chorus
- I Talk To The Trees by Clint Eastwood
- The Gospel Of No Name City by Alan Dexter
- Best Things by Clint Eastwood
- Wandrin Star by Lee Marvin
- Gold Fever by Clint Eastwood
- Finale (Paint Your Wagon) by Harve Presnell
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
I Still See Elisa
by Clint Eastwood
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
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
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The First Thing You Know
by Lee Marvin
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 everywhere he 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 criminal, he isn't,
And only the rascals have "dough."
When I see a parson
I gotta put my arse on
A wagon that follows the tail of a crow
The first thing you know
I pick up and go
The first thing you know
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 everywhere he 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 criminal, he isn't,
And only the rascals have "dough."
When I see a parson
I gotta put my arse on
A wagon that follows the tail of a crow
The first thing you know
I pick up and go
The first thing you know
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Hand Me Down That Can O' Beans
by Lee Marvin
[ Featuring Nitty Gritty Dirt Band, Paint Your Wagon Chorus ]
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!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
They Call The Wind Maria
by Harve Presnell
[ Featuring Paint Your Wagon Chorus ]
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Mariah
Mariah
They call the wind Mariah
Away out here they got a name
For rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess, the fire Joe,
And they call the wind Mariah
Mariah blows the stars around
And sends the clouds a'flyin'
Mariah makes the mountains sound
Like folks were up there dying
Mariah
Mariah
They call the wind Mariah
Before I knew Mariah's name
And heard her wail and whinin'
I had a girl and she had me
And the sun was always shinin'
But then one day I left my girl
I left her far behind me
And now I'm lost, so gol' darn lost
Not even God can find me
Mariah
Mariah
They call the wind Mariah
Out here they got a name for rain
For wind and fire only
But when you're lost and all alone
There ain't no word but lonely
And I'm a lost and lonely man
Without a star to guide me
Mariah blow my love to me
I need my girl beside me
Mariah
Mariah
They call the wind Mariah
Mariah
Mariah!
Blow my love to me
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
A Million Miles Away Behind The Door
by Jean Seberg
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
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
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
There's A Coach Comin' In
by Harve Presnell
[ Featuring Paint Your Wagon Chorus ]
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!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Whoop-Ti-Ay! (Shivaree)
by Paint Your Wagon Chorus
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!
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!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
I Talk To The Trees
by Clint Eastwood
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
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
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
The Gospel Of No Name City
by Alan Dexter
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 way?
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
Gobble up 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!
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 way?
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
Gobble up 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!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Best Things
by Clint Eastwood
[ Featuring Lee Marvin, Paint Your Wagon 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
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Wandrin Star
by Lee Marvin
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
Wheels are made for rollin'
mules are made to pack.
I never seen a sight
that didn't look better lookin' back.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
Mud can make you pris'ner
and the plains can make you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes
but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from
for dreams of goin' to
which
with any luck will never come true.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
Do I know where hell is ?
Hell is in hello.
Heaven is "Good-bye forever.
It's time for me to go."
When I get to heaven
tie me to a tree
Or I'll begin to roam
and soon you know where I will be.
I was born under a wand'rin' star
a wand'rin' star
wand'rin' star.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
Wheels are made for rollin'
mules are made to pack.
I never seen a sight
that didn't look better lookin' back.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
Mud can make you pris'ner
and the plains can make you dry.
Snow can burn your eyes
but only people make you cry.
Home is made for comin' from
for dreams of goin' to
which
with any luck will never come true.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
I was born under a wand'rin' star.
Do I know where hell is ?
Hell is in hello.
Heaven is "Good-bye forever.
It's time for me to go."
When I get to heaven
tie me to a tree
Or I'll begin to roam
and soon you know where I will be.
I was born under a wand'rin' star
a wand'rin' star
wand'rin' star.
Writer: ALAN JAY LERNER, FREDERICK LOEWE
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Gold Fever
by Clint Eastwood
[ Featuring Paint Your Wagon Chorus ]
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
Can cure 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 to 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
Can cure 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
Gold fever
Gold fever
Gold fever
Gold fever
Gold fever
Deal!
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Finale (Paint Your Wagon)
by Harve Presnell
[ Featuring Jean Seberg, Paint Your ]
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
Gold fever, gold fever
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
Gold Fever, gold fever
Got a dream boy, got a song
Paint your wagon and come along, and get
Gold fever
No romp 'n rollin' girl can tell us stop
And cure the gold fever
Nothin' can help ya but the yeller stuff
What can stop that itchin'
Ain't around the kitchen
Gold, gold
Gold, gold
Gold
They call the wind Maria
Away out here they got a name
For rain and wind and fire
The rain is Tess, the fire's Jo
And they call the wind Maria
I was born under a wand'rin' star
I was born under a wand'rin' star
Wheels are made for rollin', mules are made to pack
I never seen a sight that didn't look better lookin' back
I was born, I was born a million miles.....
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
A million miles away behind the door
Where am I goin'? I don't know
Where am I headin'? I ain't certain
Gold fever, gold fever
All that I know is I am on my way
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 way?
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!
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
Gold fever, nothin' can help ya but the yeller stuff
What can stop that itchin'
Ain't around the kitchen
Gold, gold, hooked am I
Susannah, go ahead and cry
A million miles away behind the door
Copyright: Lyrics © Original Writer and Publisher
Paint Your Wagon is a 1969 American Western musical film starring Lee Marvin, Clint Eastwood, and Jean Seberg. The film was adapted by Paddy Chayefsky from the 1951 musical Paint Your Wagon by Lerner and Loewe. It is set in a mining camp in Gold Rush-era California. It was directed by Joshua Logan.
Genre(s):
Soundtrack, Musical Length: 46:00
Released: October 1st, 1969
Year: 1969