Saddle up the Palomino - Neil Young

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 sleeping 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