The Last Trip To Tulsa

The Last Trip To Tulsa - Neil Young

Well I used to drive a cab you know

I heard a siren scream

Pulled over to the corner

And I fell into a dream

There were two men eating pennies

And three young girls who cried

The West coast is falling

I see rocks in the sky

The preacher took his bible

And 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 know

I took you for a ride

I let you fly my airplane

It looked good for your pride

'Cause you're the kind of man you know

Who likes what he says

I wonder what's it's like

To be so far over my head

Well the lady made the wedding

And she brought along the ring

She got down on her knees

And said let's get on with this thing

Well I used to be a folk singer

Keeping managers alive

When you saw me on a corner

And told me I was jive

So I unlocked your mind you know

To see what I could see

If you guarantee the postage

I'll mail you back the key

Well I woke up in the morning

With an arrow through my nose

There was an Indian in the corner

Tryin' on my clothes

Well I used to be asleep you know

With blankets on my bed

I stayed there for a while

'Til they discovered I was dead

The coroner was friendly

And I liked him quite a lot

If I hadn't 've been a woman

I guess I'd never have been caught

They gave me back my house and car

And nothing more was said

Well I was driving down the freeway

When my car ran out of gas

Pulled over to the station

But I was afraid to ask

The servicemen were yellow

And the gasoline was green

Although I knew I couldn't

I thought that I was gonna scream

That was on my last trip to Tulsa

Just before the snow

If you ever need a ride there

Be sure to let me know

I was chopping down a palm tree

When a friend dropped by to ask

If I would feel less lonely

If he helped me swing the axe

I said no it's not a case of being lonely

We have here

I've been working on this palm tree

For eighty seven years

I said no it's not a case of being lonely

We have here

I've been working on this palm tree

For eighty seven years

He said go get lost

And walked towards his Cadillac

I chopped down the palm tree

And it landed on his back