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 outta here, my dear man I come in 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 outta here, my dear man I bought my girl a herd of moose One she can call her own Well, she came out the very next day See where they had flown I'm goin' down to Tennessee Get me a truck or somethin' I wanna save my money And rip it up Lo and behold! Lo and behold! Lookin' for my lo and behold! Get me outta here, my dear man Now I come in on a ferris wheel An' the 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 outta here, my dear man © DWARF MUSIC; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com