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 sleepin´
with another 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.