Spanish Pipedream Lyrics

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 juke box broke

Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck

And these are the words she spoke

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 an' find Jesus on your own

Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive

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

Tellin' me what to do
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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 an' find Jesus on your own

Well, I was young and hungry

And about to leave that place

When just as I was leavin'

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 livin' our way

Here is the reason why

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