Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song The Last Trip to Tulsa, artist - Neil Young. Album song Neil Young Archives Vol. I (1963 - 1972), in the genre Иностранный рок
Date of issue: 28.05.2009
Record label: Silver Bow
Song language: English
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 |
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. |