D G D G Oh, oh, Carmelina, D The daughter G D G of the wealthy banker. D G Since she came to town D G all my friends are gone, D And I'm stuck G D G out here with melody. Chorus: E Saddle up the palomino, A the sun is going down. D F#7 The way I feel, G E7 Bdim7 C#7 D 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 Chorus: Saddle up the palomino The sun is going down The way I feel, this must be real Ooh ooh ooh, whoa 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 Chorus: Saddle up the palomino The sun is going down The way I feel, this must be real Ooh ooh ooh | TransposeReset Font sizeReset Chords fingeringsA C#7 D E E7 F#7 G Bdim Bdim7 |