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.