Gatsby's Restaurant
By June Carter Cash
Tabbed By Larry Mofle
rmofle at satx.rr.com
4/15/2006



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I got tired of New York City, of its sidewalks and its heat 
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So I got myself a great big horse and I rode him down the street 
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And then I hollered, hi, ho, Silver and, get 'em up, Scout 
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But I suffered aggravation and a great humiliation 
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So I finally said I'd let the story out 


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You can't ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door 
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You can't call out, hi, ho, Silver as you scoot across the floor 
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Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees 
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And I said, oh, ouch, help Lord, and Mama mia, please 


Guitar solo


Well, he broke into a cantor down around ol' Times Square 
And my cowboy boots and hat, I left them somewhere way back there 
Then he stomped and reared and turned and bucked and took off to the South 
And I slid through Gatsby's Restaurant with his tail stuck in my mouth. 

Chorus 

Now, down at Gatsby's Restaurant, there's a picture hanging there 
Of a petrified Italian with escargot in his hair 
And there's a big, white horse rug lying by the door 
And I'm washing dishes in the back and sweepin' up the floor 

Chorus