Oh Oh Carmelita the
daughter of the wealthy ban ker 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 oooh oooh
If you can't cut it
Don't pick up the knife. There's
no reward in your conscience stored when yer
sleepin' with another man's wife.
Saddle up the Palomino the sun is going down, the
way I feel this must be real
Ooh oooh oooh
Ooh oooh oooh
I want to lick the platter the
gravy doesn't matter It's a
cold bowl of chili when love let 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 oooh oooh