Bob Dylan, The Band - Lo and Behold! lyrics
[Bob Dylan, The Band - Lo and Behold! lyrics]
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!
Looking for my lo and behold
Get me outa here, my dear 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 ya, Moby Dick?
This is chicken town!"
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Looking for my lo and behold
Get me outa here, my dear man!
I bought my girl a herd of moose
One she could call her own
Well, she came out the very next day
To see where they had flown
I’m going down to Tennessee
Get me a truck or something
Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Looking for my lo and behold
Get me outa here, my dear man!
Now, I come in on a Ferris wheel
And boys, I sure was slick
I come in like a ton of bricks
Laid a few tricks on them
Going’ back to Pittsburgh count up to thirty
Round that horn and ride that herd
Gonna thread up!
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Looking’ for my lo and behold
Get me outa here, my dear man!
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!
Looking for my lo and behold
Get me outa here, my dear 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 ya, Moby Dick?
This is chicken town!"
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Looking for my lo and behold
Get me outa here, my dear man!
I bought my girl a herd of moose
One she could call her own
Well, she came out the very next day
To see where they had flown
I’m going down to Tennessee
Get me a truck or something
Gonna save my money and rip it up!
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Looking for my lo and behold
Get me outa here, my dear man!
Now, I come in on a Ferris wheel
And boys, I sure was slick
I come in like a ton of bricks
Laid a few tricks on them
Going’ back to Pittsburgh count up to thirty
Round that horn and ride that herd
Gonna thread up!
Lo and behold! Lo and behold!
Looking’ for my lo and behold
Get me outa here, my dear man!