Neil Young - Saddle Up The Old Palomino lyrics

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