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From: Andrew Lyon <Andrew@lyonap.force9.co.uk>
Date: Tuesday, May 26, 1998 10:16 AM
Subject: "Back in the Saddle" by Matraca Berg


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