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(learned from the Hit Parade in 1952; written by Bob Merrill)

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There's a pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania,
And I walk up and down 'neath the clock;
By the pawnshop on the 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', 'til her blue eyes were a-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 pawnshop on a corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania
And I've just got to get five or ten,
From the pawnshop in the corner in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania;
Gotta be with my angel again!

(from miriam berg's folksong collection)