I pulled out for San Anton
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I never felt so good
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My woman said she'd meet me there
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And of cource I knew she would
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The coachman, he hit me for my hook
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And he asked me my name
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I give it to him right away
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Then I hung my head in shame
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Lo and behold ! Lo and behold !
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Lookin' for my lo and behold.
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Get me out here, my dear man.
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I come into Pittsburg
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At six-thirty flat
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I found myself a vacant seat
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An' I put down my hat
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?What's the matter Molly dear
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What's the matter with your mound??
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?What's it to ya, Moby Dick ?
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This is chicken town?
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Lo and behold ! Lo and behold !
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Lookin' for my lo and behold.
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Get me out here, my dear man.
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I bought myself
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A herd of moose
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One day she could call her own
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Well, she came out the very next day
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To see where they had flown
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I'm goin' down to Tennessee
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Get me a truck or somethin'
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Gonna save my money and rip it up.
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Lo and behold ! Lo and behold !
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Lookin' for my lo and behold.
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Get me out here, my dear man.
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Now, I come in on a ferris wheel
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An' boys, I sure was slink
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I come in like a ton of bricks
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Laid a few tricks on 'em
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Goin' back to Pittsburg
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Count up to thirty
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Round that horn and ride that herd
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Gonna thread up
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Lo and behold ! Lo and behold !
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Lookin' for my lo and behold.
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Get me out here, my dear man.
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Lo And Behold!
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Bob Dylan |