When first released in the summer of 1957, the film became popular among audiences and critics alike for its suspenseful nature and sharp black-and-white cinematography. Ford received particular notice for his against-type villainous performance. The following year, 3:10 to Yuma was nominated for the British Academy of Film and Television Arts award for Best Film.
Since its release, the film has become a staple of cable television and has gained an audience of several generations. A critically successful remake was released in 2007.
In keeping with the film character Gilda being "the ultimate femme fatale", the song sung by her at two scenes facetiously credits the amorous activities of a woman named "Mame" (the name evidently chosen to rhyme with "blame") as the true cause of three well-known cataclysmic events in American history: The Great Chicago Fire of 1871, Great Blizzard of 1888 in New York City and the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.
PUT THE BLAME ON MAME
As recorded by Anita Ellis, for the singing voice of Rita Hayworth in the film "Gilda":
When Mrs. O'Leary's cow Kicked the lantern in Chicago town They say that started the fire That burned Chicago down That's the story that went around But here's the real low-down Put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame Mame kissed a buyer from out of town That kiss burned Chicago down So you can put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame
Remember the blizzard, back in Manhattan In eighteen-eighty-six They say that traffic was tied up And folks were in a fix That's the story that went around But here's the real low-down Put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame Mame gave a chump such an ice-cold "No" For seven days they shovelled snow So you can put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame
When they had the earthquake in San Francisco Back in nineteen-six They said that Mother Nature Was up to her old tricks That's the story that went around But here's the real low-down Put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame One night she started to shim and shake That brought on the Frisco quake So you can put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame
They once had a shootin' up in the Klondike When they got Dan McGrew Folks were putting the blame on The lady known as Lou That's the story that went around But here's the real low-down Put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame Mame did a dance called the hoochy-coo That's the thing that slew McGrew So you can put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame
In keeping with the film character Gilda being "the ultimate femme fatale", the song sung by her at two scenes facetiously credits the amorous activities of a woman named "Mame" (the name evidently chosen to rhyme with "blame") as the true cause of three well-known cataclysmic events in American history: The Great Chicago Fire of 1871, Great Blizzard of 1888 in New York City and the 1906 San Francisco earthquake.
PUT THE BLAME ON MAME
As recorded by Anita Ellis, for the singing voice of Rita Hayworth in the film "Gilda":
When Mrs. O'Leary's cow Kicked the lantern in Chicago town They say that started the fire That burned Chicago down That's the story that went around But here's the real low-down Put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame Mame kissed a buyer from out of town That kiss burned Chicago down So you can put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame
Remember the blizzard, back in Manhattan In eighteen-eighty-six They say that traffic was tied up And folks were in a fix That's the story that went around But here's the real low-down Put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame Mame gave a chump such an ice-cold "No" For seven days they shovelled snow So you can put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame
When they had the earthquake in San Francisco Back in nineteen-six They said that Mother Nature Was up to her old tricks That's the story that went around But here's the real low-down Put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame One night she started to shim and shake That brought on the Frisco quake So you can put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame
They once had a shootin' up in the Klondike When they got Dan McGrew Folks were putting the blame on The lady known as Lou That's the story that went around But here's the real low-down Put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame Mame did a dance called the hoochy-coo That's the thing that slew McGrew So you can put the blame on Mame, boys Put the blame on Mame
"Meet me in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the fair,
Don't tell me the lights are shining
any place but there;
We will dance the Hoochee Koochee,
I will be your tootsie wootsie,
If you will meet in St. Louis, Louis,
Meet me at the fair."
The moment I saw him smile,
I knew he was just my style,
My only regret is we've never met,
Though I dream of him all the while.
But he doesn't know I exist,
No matter how I may persist,
So it's clear to see there's no hope for me,
Though I live at 5135 Kensington Avenue
And he lives at 5133.
How can I ignore
The boy next door?
I love him more than I can say.
Doesn't try to please me, doesn't even tease me,
And he never sees me glance his way.
And though I'm heart-sore
The boy next door affection for me won't display,
I just adore him, so I can't ignore him,
The boy next door.
I just adore him, so I can't ignore him,
The boy next door.
~ALL~
Clang ,clang, clang went the trolley
Ding, ding, ding went the bell
Zing, zing, zing went my heartstrings as we started for Huntington Dell.
Chug, chug, chug went the motor
Bump, bump, bump went the brake
Thump, thump, thump went my heartstrings as we glided for Huntington Lake.
The day was bright, the air was sweet
The smell of honeysuckle charmed me off my feet
I tried to sing, but couldn't squeak
In fact I felt so good I couldn't even speak
Buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer
Time to all disembark,
Time to fall went my heartstrings as we got off at Huntington Park
As we got off at Huntington Park.
~Judy~
With my high-starched collar, and my high-topped shoes
And my hair piled high upon my head
I went to lose a jolly hour on the Trolley and lost my heart instead.
With his light brown derby and his bright green tie
He was quite the handsomest of men
I started to yen, so I counted to ten the I counted to ten again
Clang, clang, clang went the trolley
Ding, ding, ding went the bell
Zing, zing, zing went my heartstrings
From the moment I saw him I fell
Chug, chug, chug went the motor
Bump, bump, bump went the brake
Thump, thump, thump went my heartstrings
When he smiled I could feel the car shake
He tipped his hat, and took a seat
He said he hoped he hadn't stepped upon my feet
He asked my name, I held my breath
I couldn't speak because he scared me half to death
Chug, chug, chug went the motor
Plop, plop, plop went the wheels
Stop, stop, stop went my heartstrings
As he started to go then I started to know how it feels
When the universe reels
~All~
The day was bright, the air was sweet
The smell of honeysuckle charmed you off youe feet
You tried to sing, but couldn't squeaks
In fact, you loved him so you couldn't even speak
~Judy~
Buzz, buzz, buzz went the buzzer
Plop, plop, plop went the wheels
Stop, stop, stop went my heartstrings
As he started to leave I took hold of his sleeve with my hand
And as if it were planned he stay on with me
And it was grand just to stand with his hand holding mine
To the end of the line
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Let your heart be light
From now on,
our troubles will be out of sight
Have yourself a merry little Christmas,
Make the Yule-tide gay,
From now on,
our troubles will be miles away.
Here we are as in olden days,
Happy golden days of yore.
Faithful friends who are dear to us
Gather near to us once more.
Through the years
We all will be together,
If the Fates allow
Hang a shining star upon the highest bough.
And have yourself A merry little Christmas now.
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