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    Gatsby's Restaurant

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    Gatsby's Restaurant
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      About "Gatsby's Restaurant"

      Lyrics for June Carter Cash - "Gatsby's Restaurant"

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

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

      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

      But you can't ride a big white horse into the front of Gatsby's door
      You don't call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you scoot across the floor
      Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees
      And I cried, "Oh, ouch, help Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"

      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

      But you don't ride a big, white horse into the front of Gatsby's door
      You don't call out, "Hi, ho, Silver" as you scoot across the floor
      Twenty big Italians had me bent down on my knees
      And I cried, "Oh, ouch, help Lord" and, "Mama Mia, please"

      SONGWRITERS:
      J.C. CASH, R. NIX
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