Back In The Saddle

(Matraca Berg/Stan Lynch)

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

Well, I thought the wild west wasn't for me

You walked up like a bow-legged dream

When you said yes ma'am I thought I'd scream

Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck

Take me to the rodeo

I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks

And I can't do-si-do

But I can put you back in the saddle, baby

Yeah, stand you up tall

I can put you back in the saddle, baby

Yeah, and that ain't all

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

But you're so sweet, baby, you're so fine

You bring the barbecue and I'll bring the wine

We'll dance all night Ôtil your belt buckle shines

Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck

Take me to the rodeo

I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks

And I can't do-si-do

But I can put you back in the saddle, baby

Yeah, stand you up tall

I can put you back in the saddle, baby

Every time you fall

Well, I might be in a yuppie funk

You might think I'm a little bit drunk

But all I know is a hunk is a hunk

Oh, put me in your big ol' pick up truck

Take me to the rodeo

I don't know a thing about broncin' bucks

And I can't do-si-do

But I can put you back in the saddle, baby

Yeah, stand you up tall

I can put you back in the saddle, baby

Yeah, and that ain't all