Lo And Behold - Bob Dylan
    I pulled out for San Anton'
    I never felt so good
    My woman said she'd meet me there
    An' of course i knew she would
    The coachman he hit me for my hook
    An' he asked me my name
    I gave it to him right away
    Then i hung my head in shame.
    Lo an' behold! Lo an' behold!
    Lookin' for my lo an' behold
    Get outta here, my good man!

    I come into 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 you Moby Dick ?
    This is chicken town!''
    Lo an' behold! Lo an' behold!
    Lookin' for my lo an' behold
    Get outta here, my good man!

    I bought myself 
    A herd of mouse
    One day she can call her own
    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 an' rip it up!
    Lo an' behold! Lo an' behold!
    Lookin' for my lo an' behold
    Get outta here, my good man!

    Now i came in on a ferris wheel
    An' 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 an' ride that herd
    Gonna thread up
    Lo an' behold! Lo an' behold!
    Lookin' for my lo an' behold
    Get outta here, my good man!

     
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