I pulled out for San Anton´, I never felt so good. My woman said she´d meet me there And of course, I knew she would.
The coachman, he hit me for my hook And he asked me my name. I give it to him right away, Then I hung my head in shame. Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin´ for my lo and behold, Get me outa here, my dear man!
I come into Pittsburgh At six-thirty flat. I found myself a vacant seat An´ I put down my hat. "What´s the matter, Molly, dear, What´s the matter with your mound?" "What´s it to ya, Moby Dick? This is chicken town!" Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin´ for my lo and behold,
Get me outa here, my dear man!
I bought my girl A herd of moose, One she could call her own. Well, she came out the very next day To see where they had flown. I´m goin´ down to Tennessee, Get me a truck ´r somethin´. Gonna save my money and rip it up! Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin´ for my lo and behold, Get me outa here, my dear man!
Now, I come in on a ferris wheel An´ boys, I sure was slick. I come in like a ton of bricks, Laid a few tricks on ´em.
Goin´ back to Pittsburgh, Count up to thirty, Round that horn and ride that herd, Gonna thread up! Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin´ for my lo and behold, Get me outa here, my dear man!
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