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Seventy-Six Trombones
TNT 250
 
    
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Seventy-Six Trombones
TNT 250
 


ID: 297
   Instrumental  

TypeSinging Call
WEB SITE www.coyote-tnt.com
Label information
Grid list of TNT recordings
Copies4
Vic's Rating0 (not rated)
Bpm 
Duration 
Media45 rpm vinyl
Artist(s)
Gene Trimmer     recordings by Gene Trimmer
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Cue Sheet

OPENER - MIDDLE BREAK - CLOSER    Basic

Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand

Men star right one time, find the corner girl
Left allemande this lady, then box the gnat at home
Four ladies promenade one time inside the set
Swing this handsome man, then you all promenade
Well I modestly took my place as the one and only bass
And I oom-pah, oom-pah, oom-pah-pah'ed the square


FIGURE    Mainstream, corner progression

Heads pass thru and do a partner trade for me
Then you touch 1/4, let the boys run right
Swing thru and then you all swing thru again
When you finish all 8 circulate one place
Single hinge and then scoot back right there
This corner lady swing and promenade the ring
Promenade around the ring, take that lady home I sing
While seventy-six trombones play the square

 
Lyrics

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Seventy-Six Trombones Lyrics ID: 614

Seventy-six trombones led the big parade
With a hundred and ten cornets close at hand.
They were followed by rows and rows of the finest virtuo-
Sos, the cream of ev'ry famous band.

Seventy-six trombones caught the morning sun
With a hundred and ten cornets right behind
There were more than a thousand reeds
Springing up like weeds
There were horns of ev'ry shape and kind.

There were copper bottom tympani in horse platoons
Thundering, thundering all along the way.
Double bell euphoniums and big bassoons,
Each bassoon having it's big, fat say!

There were fifty mounted cannon in the battery
Thundering, thundering louder than before
Clarinets of ev'ry size
And trumpeters who'd improvise
A full octave higher than the score

Lyrics by Meredith Willson. 

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