The Last Trip to Tulsa
Neil Young Lyrics


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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

Overall Meaning

Neil Young's song The Last Trip to Tulsa is a journey through various disconnected scenes and is interpreted in different ways by music critics. The song is divided into five stanzas, each telling a different story, and the listener must connect the dots to create a coherent narrative. The song seems to revolve around the idea of journeys and how life is a series of them.


In the first verse, Young describes a dream where he comes across strange and surreal characters, including men eating pennies and girls crying. The second stanza features a narrative in the guise of a woman and her male partner, who she believes is out of her league. In the third stanza, Young takes on the persona of a folk singer, who claims he unlocked the mind of a condescending onlooker. The fourth stanza tells the story of a woman who wakes up dead and is given her possessions back. The final stanza talks about having car trouble and chopping down palm trees.


The song is open to interpretation, but most critics agree that it's about Neil Young's own travels and experiences. The title suggests that he has taken his last trip to Tulsa, which was a significant part of his life. One interpretation is that he's describing the experiences of a drifter who has lost touch with reality, and the song is his wandering thoughts. Alternatively, it can be seen as an autobiographical account of Young's journey through life.


Line by Line Meaning

Well, I used to drive a cab, you know
I once worked as a taxi driver


I heard a siren scream
I heard a loud police siren


Pulled over to the corner
I stopped the car at the curb


And I fell into a dream
I began to daydream


There were two men eating pennies
I saw two strange men doing something odd


And three young girls who cried
I saw three young girls crying


The west coast is falling
I feel like something bad is happening on the west coast of the US


I see rocks in the sky
I have a vivid imagination


The preacher took his bible
A preacher I saw had a bible in his hand


And laid it on the stool
The preacher put the bible on a stool


He said with the congregation running
The preacher said something while the congregation was leaving


Why should I play the fool?
The preacher wondered why he should be foolish


Well, I used to be a woman, you know
I used to identify as a woman


I took you for a ride
I deceived you


I let you fly my airplane
I gave you control of my airplane


It looked good for your pride
You felt good about it because it was an ego boost


'Cause you're the kind of man, you know
You have a personality that enjoys something


Who likes what he says
You enjoy the sound of your own voice


I wonder what's it's like
I am curious about something


To be so far over my head
To be much more advanced or skilled than me


Well, the lady made the wedding
The woman planned the wedding


And she brought along the ring
She had the wedding ring with her


She got down on her knees
She knelt on the ground


And said, "let's get on with this thing"
She urged everyone to start the wedding


Well, I used to be a folk singer
I used to be a musician


Keeping managers alive
I struggled to keep my managers happy


When you saw me on a corner
When you saw me on the street


And told me I was jive
And accused me of talking nonsense


So I unlocked your mind, you know
I helped you understand something


To see what I could see
To provide you with my perspective


If you guarantee the postage
If you pay for me to send something to you


I'll mail you back the key
I will send you something important


Well, I woke up in the morning
I woke up early


With an arrow through my nose
Someone shot an arrow through my nose


There was an Indian in the corner
I saw a Native American person


Trying on my clothes
They were trying on my clothes


Well, I used to be asleep, you know
I was unconscious


With blankets on my bed
I had blankets on my bed


I stayed there for a while
I remained in bed for some time


'Til they discovered I was dead
Until someone found out that I had died


The coroner was friendly
The person who examined my body was kind


I liked him quite a lot
I thought he was a nice person


If I hadn't've been a woman
If I had not been female


I guess I'd never have been caught
I would not have been apprehended


They gave me back my house and car
My property was returned to me


And nothing more was said
Nothing else happened after that


Well, I was driving down the freeway
I was driving on the highway


When my car ran out of gas
My car ran out of fuel


Pulled over to the station
I stopped at a gas station


But I was afraid to ask
I was scared to ask for help


The servicemen were yellow
The gas station attendants were cowardly


And the gasoline was green
The fuel was an unusual green color


Although I knew I couldn't
Even though I was aware I could not


I thought that I was gonna scream
I felt like shouting out in frustration


That was on my last trip to Tulsa
That was the last time I went to Tulsa


Just before the snow
It was just before it started to snow


If you ever need a ride there
If you ever need transportation to Tulsa


Be sure to let me know
Tell me, and I will help you out


I was chopping down a palm tree
I was cutting down a tree


When a friend dropped by to ask
My friend came to see me


If I would feel less lonely
If I was lonely


If he helped me swing the axe
If he could help me use the axe


I said, "no, it's not a case of being lonely
I replied that I wasn't lonely


We have here
We are here together


I've been working on this palm tree
I have been cutting down this tree


For eighty seven years"
For a very long time


He said, "go get lost"
He told me to leave him alone


And walked towards his Cadillac
He went to his car


I chopped down the palm tree
I finished cutting down the tree


And it landed on his back
The tree fell and hit him




Lyrics © Broken Arrow Music, Peermusic Publishing, WORDS & MUSIC A DIV OF BIG DEAL MUSIC LLC
Written by: Neil Young

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