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 jukebox broke

Yeah, she give 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 and find Jesus on your own

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

For I knew that topless lady had somethin' 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

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

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