I pulled out for San Anton I never felt so good My woman said she'd meet me there And of cource 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 out here, my dear man.
I come into Pittsburg 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 out here, my dear man.
I bought myself A herd of moose One day 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 or somethin' Gonna save my money and rip it up. Lo and behold ! Lo and behold ! Lookin' for my lo and behold. Get me out here, my dear man. Now, I come in on a ferris wheel An' boys, I sure was slink I come in like a ton of bricks Laid a few tricks on 'em Goin' back to Pittsburg 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 out here, my dear man.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
