Band. Lo and Behold. Zeneszám

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