- John Prine Spanish Pipedream 歌詞
- John Prine
- 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 give me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she spoke
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
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 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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