Song | The Last Trip to Tulsa |
Artist | Neil Young |
Album | Neil Young Archives Vol. I (1963 - 1972) |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
作词 : Neil Young | |
作曲 : 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. |
zuo ci : Neil Young | |
zuo qu : 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. |
zuò cí : Neil Young | |
zuò qǔ : 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. |