Текст (слова) песни: Neil Young - The Last Trip To Tulsa

Well, I used to drive a cab, you knowI heard a siren screamPulled over to the cornerAnd I fell into a dreamThere were two men eating penniesAnd three young girls who criedThe West coast is falling,I see rocks in the sky.The preacher took his bibleAnd laid it on the stool.He said: with the congregation running,Why should I play the fool?
Well, I used to be a woman, you knowI took you for a ride,I let you fly my airplaneIt looked good for your pride.`Cause you`re the kind of man you knowWho likes what he says.I wonder what`s it`s likeTo be so far over my head.Well, the lady made the weddingAnd she brought along the ring.She got down on her kneesAnd said: Let`s get on with this thing.
Well, I used to be a folk singerKeeping managers alive,When you saw me on a cornerAnd told me I was jive.So I unlocked your mind, you knowTo see what I could see.If you guarantee the postage,I`ll mail you back the key.Well I woke up in the morningWith an arrow through my noseThere was an Indian in the cornerTryin` on my clothes.
Well, I used to be asleep you knowWith blankets on my bed.I stayed there for a while`Til they discovered I was dead.The coroner was friendlyAnd I liked him quite a lot.If I hadn`t `ve been a womanI guess I`d never have been caught.They gave me back my house and carAnd nothing more was said.
Well, I was driving down the freewayWhen my car ran out of gas.Pulled over to the stationBut I was afraid to ask.The servicemen were yellowAnd the gasoline was green.Although I knew I couldn`tI thought that I was gonna scream.That was on my last trip to TulsaJust before the snow.If you ever need a ride there,Be sure to let me know.
I was chopping down a palm treeWhen a friend dropped by to askIf I would feel less lonelyIf he helped me swing the axe.I said: No, it`s not a case of being lonelyWe have here,I`ve been working on this palm treeFor eighty seven yearsI said: No, it`s not a case of being lonelyWe have here,I`ve been working on this palm treeFor eighty seven yearsHe said: Go get lost!And walked towards his Cadillac.I chopped down the palm treeAnd it landed on his back.Back to the Lyrics Page

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