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!