Lyric Saddle Up The Palomino

Oh, oh, Carmelina,
The daughter
of the wealthy banker.
Since she came to town
all my friends are gone,
And I m stuck
out here with melody.

Saddle up the palomino,
the sun is going down.
The way I feel,
this must be real.

If you can t cut it,
don t pick up the knife.
There s no reward
in your conscience stored
When you re sleepin
with another man s wife.

Saddle up the palomino,
the sun is going down.
The way I feel,
this must be real.

I wanna lick the platter,
the gravy doesn t matter.
It s a cold bowl of chili
when love lets you down,
But it s the neighbor s wife
I m after.

Saddle up the palomino,
the sun is going down.
The way I feel,
this must be real.