Текст (слова) песни: John Prine - Spanish Pipedream (AKA Blow Up Your TV)
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
Chorus: Blow up your T.V. 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
Repeat chorus:
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 And here is the reason why
We blew up our T.V. 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
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