Back in the Saddle
written by: Matraca Berg/Gary Harrison
CD: Sunday Morning to Saturday Night - Matraca Berg
From: Andrew@lyonap.force9.co.uk
C
I came down from the Cadillac dude ranch, health spa
Nestled on the edge of town
For fourteen days I've been herbal wrapped, mud packed
Now I'm bustin' out
F G
Well I thought the wild west wasn't for me
F G
You walked up like a bow-legged dream
F G
When you said yes ma'am I thought I'd scream
D A
Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck
G
Take me to the rodeo
D A
I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks
G
And I can't do-ci-do
A
But I can put you back in the saddle, baby
G A
Yeah, stand you up tall
G A
I can put you back in the saddle, baby
G
Yeah, and that ain't all
C
Well it must've been the burned out new age coffee house
So called sensitive guys
I never thought a leatherneck suckin' on a long neck
Could make my temperature rise
F G
But you're so sweet baby, you're so fine
F G
You bring the barbecue and I'll bring the wine
F G
We'll dance all night 'til your belt buckle shines
D A
Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck
G
Take me to the rodeo
D A
I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks
G
And I can't do-ci-do
A
But I can put you back in the saddle, baby
G A
Yeah, stand you up tall
G A
I can put you back in the saddle, baby
G C
Yeah, every time you fall
F G
Well, I might be in yuppie funk
F G
You might think I'm a little bit drunk
F G
All I know is a hunk is a hunk
D A
Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck
G
Take me to the rodeo
D A
I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks
G
And I can't do-ci-do
A
But I can put you back in the saddle, baby
G A
Yeah, stand you up tall
G A
I can put you back in the saddle, baby
G
Yeah, every time you fall
