Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania (Bob Merrill) There's a pawn-shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania And I walk up and down 'neath the clock By the pawn shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania But I ain't got a thing left to hock. She was peaches, she was honey And she cost me all my money 'Cause a whirl 'round the town was her dream Took her dancin', took her dinin' Till her blue eyes were shinin' With the sights that they never had seen. If you should run into a golden haired angel And ask her tonight for a date She'll tell you somewhere there's a rich millionaire Who is calling again about eight. There's a pawn shop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania And I've just got to get five or ten From the pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania Gotta be with my angel again. Copyright 1952 by Oxford Music Corp. GG OCT98
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