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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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