The Harvey Girls Page #3

In this day and age, girls don't leave home,

But if ya get a hankerin' you wanna roam,

Our advice to you is run away

On the Atchison, Topeka an' the Santa Fe!

Faith and didja ever see such purty femininity

Arrivin' all at once in this h'yere town?

In this h'yere town?

Never seen the likes o' this for miles aroun'.

Round and round our heads are spinning,

New adventures are beginning.

What a length a gal'll go

in tarfety 'n calico

To really put a cowboy on the bosh!

Cowboy!

Cowboy!

Kibosh!

Kibosh!

It's enough to make a feller wanna,

Wash your face and hands, we hope,

you'll never be afraid of soap!

Button shoes and powdered chalk,

An' fancy smells and baby talk

Hit's awful what a gal'll stoop to do!

Even so, we aim to say,

We'd love to honor and obey, Bee!

Are there any more at home like you?

Hand me my hair-comb and my stickum,

Gonna get spruced up and out-trick 'em.

Put on the dog and out-city slick 'em.

Mister Harvey, Mister Harvey,

Fred Harvey knows exactly how to pick 'em.

We come from Dubuque, I-oway,

That's where the tall, tall, tall corn grows;

We come from Lousiana

Where the Miss-iss-iss-iss-ippi flows.

I was the Lillian Russell of Cherryville, Kansas,

but they never gave me a chance!

I finished high school in

Providence, Rhode Island,

and Providence, Rhode Island,

is where I learned to dance!

Oh, I'm from Chillicothee,

Ohio!

My middle name's Hiawathy.

Ohio!

I'm gonna get the gold in them thar hills,

So, I said goodbye-o, Ohio.

We were schoolmarms from Grand Rapids, Mich,

Readin', writin', 'rithmetic were not our dish.

I was born in Paris,

I was raised in Paris,

Went to school in Paris,

where I met a boy.

I was married in Paris,

almost buried in Paris,

but I finally left Paris...

Paris, Illinois!

So, this is the wild and the wooly West,

Give me my chaps and my checker'd vest!

Get me a gun and a holster for my hip,

Bang, bang!

Yip, yip!

What a lovely trip,

I'm feeling so fresh and alive.

And I'm so glad to arrive,

It's all so grand.

It's easy to see,

You don't need a palace,

To feel like Alice

in Wonderland.

Back in Ohio, where I come from,

I've done a lot of dreamin'

and I've travell'd some,

But I never thought I'd see the day

When I ever took a ride on the Santa Fe

Wanna take a ride on the Santa Fe!

I would lean across my window sill,

And hear the whistle echoing across the hill;

Then I'd watch the lights till they'd fade away,

On the Atchison, Topeka and the Santa Fe.

- What a thrill!

- What a great big wonderful thrill!

With the wheels a-singin' Westward Ho!

Right from the day I heard them start.

'Cross the Kansas plains through New Mexico,

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