Spanish Pipedream

John Prine

Score: 4
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Played: 5

Album:

John Prine

Genres:

Alt country
Americana
Country
Folk
Singer songwriter

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Lyrics:

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[Verse 1] She was a level-headed dancer On the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier On my way to Montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the jukebox broke Yeah, she give me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke [Chorus] Blow up your TV, throw away your paper Go to the country, build you a home Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches Try and find Jesus on your own [Verse 2] Well, I sat there at the table And I acted real naïve For I knew that topless lady Had something up her sleeve Well, she danced around the bar room And she did the hoochy-coo Yeah she sang her song all night long Telling me what to do [Chorus] Blow up your TV, throw away your paper Go to the country, build you a home Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches Try and find Jesus on your own [Verse 3] Well, I was young and hungry And about to leave that place When just as I was leaving Well she looked me in the face I said, "You must know the answer" She said, "No but I'll give it a try" And to this very day we've been living our way Here is the reason why [Chorus] We blew up our TV, threw away our paper Went to the country, built us a home Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches They all found Jesus on their own