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Neil Young - Saddle Up The Palomino Lyrics



Neil Young - Saddle Up The Palomino Lyrics
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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 want to 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
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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 want to 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
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Writer: Bobby Charles, Neil Young, Tim Drummond
Copyright: Lyrics © Word Collections Publishing, Hipgnosis Songs Group

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Performed By: Neil Young
From Album: American Stars 'n Bars
Language: English
Length: 3:01
Written by: Bobby Charles, Neil Young, Tim Drummond
Year: 1977

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