I pulled out for San Anton
I never felt so good.
My woman said she d meet me there
And of courseI knew she would.
The coachmanhe 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 heremy 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 matterMollydear
What s the matter with your mound?"
"What s it to yaMoby Dick?
This is chicken town!"
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Lookin for my lo and behold
Get me outa heremy dear man!
I bought my girl
A herd of moose
One she could call her own.
Wellshe 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 heremy dear man!
NowI come in on a ferris wheel
An boysI 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 heremy dear man!

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