Bob Dylan - Lo and behold

^AI pulled out for San Anton', I ^Dnever felt so good. My ^Awoman said she'd meet me there And of ^Dcourse, I knew she would. The ^Acoachman, he hit me for my hook And he ^Dasked me my name. I ^Agive it to him right away, And I ^Dhung my head in shame.

^ALo and behold! Lo and behold! ^DLookin' for my lo and behold, ^CGet me ^Gouta here, ^Amy dear man!

^AI come into Pittsburgh At ^Dsix-thirty flat. I ^Afound myself a vacant seat An^D' I put down my hat. ^A"What's the matter, Molly, dear, Wha^Dt's the matter with your mound?" ^A"What's it to ya, Moby Dick? Thi^Ds is chicken town!"

^ALo and behold! Lo and behold! ^DLookin' for my lo and behold, ^CGet me ^Gouta here, ^Amy dear man!

I ^Abought myself a herd of moose, One^D day she could call her own.*) We^All, she came out the very next day To^D see where they had flown. I'^Am goin' down to Tennessee, Ge^Dt me a truck 'r somethin'. Go^Anna save my money and rip it up!

^ALo and behold! Lo and behold! ^DLookin' for my lo and behold, ^CGet me ^Gouta here, ^Amy dear man!

No^Aw, I come in on a ferris wheel An^D' boys, I sure was slick. I ^Acome in like a ton of bricks, La^Did a few tricks on 'em. ^AGoin' back to Pittsburgh, ^DCount up to thirty, ^ARound that horn and ride that herd, ^DGonna thread up!**)

^ALo and behold! Lo and behold! ^DLookin' for my lo and behold, ^CGet me ^Gouta here, ^Amy dear man!