Bobby Charles - 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
Ooo-ooo-ooo

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
Ooo-ooo-ooo
Ooo-ooo-ooo
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 neighbour's wife I'm after

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