Well, I used to drive a cab,
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you know
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I heard a siren scream
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Pulled over to the corner
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And I fell into a dream
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There were
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two men eating pennies
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And three young girls who cried
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The West coast is falling,
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I see rocks in the sky.
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The preacher took his bible
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And laid it on the stool.
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He said: with
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the congregation running,
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Why should I play the fool?
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Well, I used to be a woman,
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you know
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I took you for a ride,
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I let you fly my airplane
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It looked good for your pride.
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'Cause you're
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the kind of man you know
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Who likes what he says.
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I wonder what's it's like
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To be so far over my head.
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Well, the lady made the wedding
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And she brought along the ring.
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She got down on her knees
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And said: Let's
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get on with this thing.
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Well, I used to be a folk singer
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Keeping managers alive,
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When you saw me on a corner
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And told me I was jive.
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So I unlocked your mind, you know
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To see what I could see.
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If you guarantee the postage,
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I'll mail you back the key.
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Well I woke up in the morning
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With an arrow through my nose
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There was an Indian in the corner
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Tryin' on my clothes.
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Well, I used to be asleep
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you know
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With blankets on my bed.
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I stayed there for a while
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'Til they discovered I was dead.
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The coroner was friendly
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And I liked him quite a lot.
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If I hadn't 've been a woman
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I guess I'd never have been caught.
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They gave me back my house and car
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And nothing more was said.
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Well, I was driving
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down the freeway
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When my car ran out of gas.
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Pulled over to the station
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But I was afraid to ask.
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The servicemen were yellow
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And the gasoline was green.
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Although I knew I couldn't
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I thought that I was gonna scream.
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That was on my last trip to Tulsa
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Just before the snow.
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If you ever need a ride there,
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Be sure to let me know.
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I was chopping down a palm tree
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When a friend dropped by to ask
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If I would feel less lonely
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If he helped me swing the axe.
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I said: No, it's
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not a case of being lonely
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We have here,
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I've been working on this palm tree
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For eighty seven years
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I said: No, it's
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not a case of being lonely
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We have here,
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I've been working on this palm tree
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For eighty seven years
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He said: Go get lost!
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And walked towards his Cadillac.
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I chopped down the palm tree
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And it landed on his back.
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Last Trip To Tulsa
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Neil Young |