Saddle Up The Palomino

SADDLE UP THE PALOMINO
W: Neil Young, Tim Drummond, Bobby Charles
M: Neil Young
Key: F

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Oh, oh, Car-me-li-na,
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The daugh-ter of the wealth-y bank-er.
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Since she came to town
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all my friends are gone,
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And I'm stuck
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out here with mel-o-dy.

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Sad-dle up the pal-o-mi-no,
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the sun is go-ing down.
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The way I feel, this must be real.
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Ooh

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If you can't cut it,
don't pick up the knife.
There's no re-ward
in your con-science stored
When you're sleep-in'
with an-oth-er 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.