Paint Your Wagon (musical) - Songs

Songs

Act 1
  • I'm On My Way - Steve Bullnack, Jake Whippany, Mike Mooney, Lee Zen, Sing Yuy, Sandy Twist, Edgar Crocker, Reuben Sloane and Miners
  • Rumson - Jake
  • What's Goin' On Here? - Jennifer Rumson
  • I Talk to the Trees - Julio Valveras and Jennifer
  • "They Call the Wind Maria" - Steve, Miners and Dancer
  • I Still See Elisa - Ben Rumson
  • How Can I Wait? - Jennifer
  • Trio - Elizabeth Woodling, Sarah Woodling and Jacob Woodling
  • Rumson (Reprise) - Jake
  • In Between - Ben
  • Whoop-Ti-Ay! - Ben, Elizabeth and Miners
  • How Can I Wait? (Reprise) - Jennifer and Julio
Act 2
  • Hand Me Down That Can O'Beans - Jake and Miners
  • Rope Dance - Fandangos, Pete Billings and Singer
  • Can-can - Suzanne Duval, Rocky, Fandangos and Miners
  • Another Autumn - Julio Valveras, Dancer and Pete Billings
  • Movin' - Miners
  • I'm On My Way (Reprise) - Miners
  • All For Him - Jennifer
  • (I Was Born Under a) Wand'rin' Star - Ben
  • I Talk to the Trees (Reprise) - Jennifer
  • Strike! - Steve, Jasper and Jake
  • (I Was Born Under a) Wand'rin' Star (Reprise) - Jake, Steve, Sandy and Miners

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