Neil Young
Saddle Up The Old Palomino lyrics
Songwriters: Drummond, Tim; Guidry, Bobby; Young, Neil
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, ooh, ooh, ooh
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, ooh, ooh, ooh, oh
Ooh, ooh, ooh
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, ooh, ooh, ooh
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