The Last Trip to Tulsa

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 Trying 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 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 --- The Last Trip to Tulsa - Neil Young