D                 G           D  
Saddle up son the chores are all done 
             A    D 
The sun is goin' down 
      D                   G          D 
You grab the beans, I'll fill the canteens 
                              A 
We'll make some tracks for higher ground 
     D                           G             D 
Cause the moon's on the rise and stars in the skies 
                               A 
Are gonna light the trail at twilight time 
    G                  G             D 
So mount up amigo my blonde headed bandito 
                  A    D 
Little palomino pal of mine 
  
Lets hide in the sage go hold up a stage 
Like Butch and Sundance Kid 
You be John Wayne I'll be Lucas McCain 
We'll find out where the Wild Bunch hid 
Cause the moon's on the rise and the stars in the skies 
Are gonna light the trail at twilight time 
So mount up amigo my blonde headed bandito 
Little palomino pal of mine. 
  
Resitation 
    D              G           G 
We'll whip Mexico at the old Alamo 
           A    A 
You bet we Texican 
     G                              G 
What do you say we smoke out sittin' bull 
                G    G 
Give his feathers a pull 
                     D                G     D 
And they'll call it Custer's next to last stand 
                              G                      D 
And all them horse thiefs and rustlers and two timin' gals 
                                               A 
Hey how about all the liberal democrats we can find 
         G                  G                  D 
Yea let's round 'em up and toss 'em in the OK corral 
                   A    D 
Little palomino pal of mine