John Prine - Spanish Pipedream Lyrics
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcoholAnd i was just a soldier on my way to montrealWell she pressed her chest against meAbout the time the juke box brokeYeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neckAnd these are the words she spokeChorus:Blow up your t.v. throw away your paperGo to the country, build you a homePlant a little garden, eat a lot of peachesTry an find jesus on your ownWell, i sat there at the table and i acted real naiveFor i knew that topless lady had something up her sleeveWell, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-cooYeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to doRepeat chorus:Well, i was young and hungry and about to leave that placeWhen just as i was leavin', well she looked me in the faceI said "you must know the answer.""she said, "no but i'll give it a try."And to this very day we've been livin' our wayAnd here is the reason whyWe blew up our t.v. threw away our paperWent to the country, built us a homeHad a lot of children, fed 'em on peachesThey all found jesus on their own