Back in the Saddle written by: Matraca Berg/Gary Harrison CD: Sunday Morning to Saturday Night - Matraca Berg From: [email protected] 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-ci-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 'til 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-ci-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, every time you fall Well, I might be in yuppie funk You might think I'm a little bit drunk 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-ci-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, every time you fall