Lyrics: Bob Dylan
Music: Bob Dylan
A Bob Dylan cover (from the Basement Tapes), introduced by the New Riders in 2008.
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
I'm lookin' for my lo and behold
To get me outa here, my dear man
I pulled into Pittsburgh
At six-thirty flat
I found myself a vacant seat
And I laid down my hat
I said "what's the matter with you, Molly, dear
What's the matter with your mound?"
She said "what's it to you, Moby Dick?
This is chicken town"
Lo and behold, lo and behold
I'm lookin' for my lo and behold
To get me outa here, my dear man
I bought my girl
A herd of moose
One she could call her own
Well, she went out the very next day
To see that they had flown
I headed down to Tennessee
To buy a truck, or something
Gonna save my money and then rip it up
Lo and behold, lo and behold
I'm lookin' for my lo and behold
To get me outa here, my dear man
Well, I come in on a ferris wheel
And boys, I sure was slick
Come in like a ton of bricks
And laid a few tricks on them
And I'm going back to Pittsburgh
And I'm gonna count up to thirty
Gonna round that horn and ride that herd
I'm gonna thread up
Lo and behold, lo and behold
I'm lookin' for my lo and behold
To get me outa here, my dear man