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