Capo 5
Intro: 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 my girl 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!
Intro: 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 my girl 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!
D
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!
