Lo And Behold - Ver 2

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