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Well, I used to drive a cab, you knowI heard a siren screamPulled over to the cornerAnd I fell into a dreamThere were two men eating penniesAnd three young girls who criedThe West coast is falling,I see rocks in the sky.The preacher took his bibleAnd 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 knowI took you for a ride,I let you fly my airplaneIt looked good for your pride.'Cause you're the kind of man you knowWho likes what he says.I wonder what's it's likeTo be so far over my head.Well, the lady made the weddingAnd she brought along the ring.She got down on her kneesAnd said: Let's get on with this thing.
Well, I used to be a folk singerKeeping managers alive,When you saw me on a cornerAnd told me I was jive.So I unlocked your mind, you knowTo see what I could see.If you guarantee the postage,I'll mail you back the key.Well I woke up in the morningWith an arrow through my noseThere was an Indian in the cornerTryin' on my clothes.
Well, I used to be asleep you knowWith blankets on my bed.I stayed there for a while'Til they discovered I was dead.The coroner was friendlyAnd I liked him quite a lot.If I hadn't 've been a womanI guess I'd never have been caught.They gave me back my house and carAnd nothing more was said.
Well, I was driving down the freewayWhen my car ran out of gas.Pulled over to the stationBut I was afraid to ask.The servicemen were yellowAnd the gasoline was green.Although I knew I couldn'tI thought that I was gonna scream.That was on my last trip to TulsaJust before the snow.If you ever need a ride there,Be sure to let me know.
I was chopping down a palm treeWhen a friend dropped by to askIf I would feel less lonelyIf he helped me swing the axe.I said: No, it's not a case of being lonelyWe have here,I've been working on this palm treeFor eighty seven yearsI said: No, it's not a case of being lonelyWe have here,I've been working on this palm treeFor eighty seven yearsHe said: Go get lost!And walked towards his Cadillac.I chopped down the palm treeAnd it landed on his back.Back to the Lyrics Page
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Lyrics: Neil Young
