CORRECTAR LA LETRA
Letra : The Last Trip to Tulsa (Live Baton Rouge 1973)
Well, I used to drive a cab, you know
I heard a siren scream
I 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 he laid it on the stool
He said "With the congregation running
Why should I play the fool?"
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 till they discovered I was dead
The coroner was friendly, and I liked him quite a lot
If I hadn't have been a woman
I suppose I'd never have been caught
They gave me back my house and car
And nothing more was said
I caught a train to Baton Rouge
It was a deadhead
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"
He said, "Go get lost!" and walked toward his Cadillac
I chopped down the palm tree
And it landed on his back
That's too bad
I heard a siren scream
I 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 he laid it on the stool
He said "With the congregation running
Why should I play the fool?"
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 till they discovered I was dead
The coroner was friendly, and I liked him quite a lot
If I hadn't have been a woman
I suppose I'd never have been caught
They gave me back my house and car
And nothing more was said
I caught a train to Baton Rouge
It was a deadhead
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"
He said, "Go get lost!" and walked toward his Cadillac
I chopped down the palm tree
And it landed on his back
That's too bad
