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.



[Chorus]

Saddle up the palomino;

The sun is going down.

The way I feel, this must be real.

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.



[Repeat]



I wanna lick the platter;

The gravy doesn't matter.

It's a cold bowl of chilli when love lets you down,

But it's the neighbor's wife I'm after.



[Repeat]