Neil Young The Last Trip To Tulsa Lyrics

The Last Trip To Tulsa Lyrics

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
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