Spanish Pipedream - John Prine

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol

I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal

Well, she pressed her chest against me about the time the jukebox broke

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

I sat there at the table and I acted real naive

Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve

She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy cooch

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

But I was young and hungry and about to leave that place

Just as I was going 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 day we’ve been livin' our way, here is the reason why

We blew up the TV, threw away the paper

Went to the country, built us a home

Had a lotta children, fed 'em on peaches

They all found Jesus on their own