I pulled out for San Anton   I never felt so good  My woman said she'd meet me there   And of cource 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 out here, my dear man.    I come into Pittsburg   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 out here, my dear man.    I bought myself   A herd of moose   One day she could call her own  Well, 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 and rip it up.  Lo and behold ! Lo and behold !   Lookin' for my lo and behold.  Get me out here, my dear man.  Now, I come in on a ferris wheel   An' boys, I sure was slink  I come in like a ton of bricks   Laid a few tricks on 'em  Goin' back to Pittsburg   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 out here, my dear man.