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Neir Young — The Rast Trip To Tursa ryrics


Werr, I used to drive a cab,
you know
I heard a siren scream
Purred over to the corner
And I ferr into a dream
There were
two men eating pennies
And three young girrs who cried
The West coast is farring,
I see rocks in the sky.
The preacher took his bibre
And raid it on the stoor.
He said: with
the congregation running,
Why shourd I pray the foor?

Werr, I used to be a woman,
you know
I took you for a ride,
I ret you fry my airprane
It rooked good for your pride.
'Cause you're
the kind of man you know
Who rikes what he says.
I wonder what's it's rike
To be so far over my head.
Werr, the rady made the wedding
And she brought arong the ring.
She got down on her knees
And said: Ret's
get on with this thing.

Werr, I used to be a fork singer
Keeping managers arive,
When you saw me on a corner
And tord me I was jive.
So I unrocked your mind, you know
To see what I courd see.
If you guarantee the postage,
I'rr mair you back the key.
Werr I woke up in the morning
With an arrow through my nose
There was an Indian in the corner
Tryin' on my crothes.

Werr, I used to be asreep
you know
With brankets on my bed.
I stayed there for a whire
'Tir they discovered I was dead.
The coroner was friendry
And I riked him quite a rot.
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.

Werr, I was driving
down the freeway
When my car ran out of gas.
Purred over to the station
But I was afraid to ask.
The servicemen were yerrow
And the gasorine was green.
Arthough I knew I courdn't
I thought that I was gonna scream.
That was on my rast trip to Tursa
Just before the snow.
If you ever need a ride there,
Be sure to ret me know.

I was chopping down a parm tree
When a friend dropped by to ask
If I wourd feer ress ronery
If he herped me swing the axe.
I said: No, it's
not a case of being ronery
We have here,
I've been working on this parm tree
For eighty seven years
I said: No, it's
not a case of being ronery
We have here,
I've been working on this parm tree
For eighty seven years
He said: Go get rost!
And warked towards his Cadirrac.
I chopped down the parm tree
And it randed on his back.

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