Oh, oh, Carmelina,
The daughter
of the wealthy banker.
Since she came to town
all my friends are gone,
And Im stuck
out here with melody.
Saddle up the palomino,
the sun is going down.
The way I feel,
this must be real.
If you cant cut it,
dont pick up the knife.
Theres no reward
in your conscience stored
When youre sleepin
with another mans 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 doesnt matter.
Its a cold bowl of chili
when love lets you down,
But its the neighbors wife
Im after.
Saddle up the palomino,
the sun is going down.
The way I feel,
this must be real.
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