{t:SPANISH PIPEDREAM}
{st:JOHN PRINE}
She was a [G]level-headed dancer on the [C]road to alcohol
And [D7]I was just a soldier on my way to Montre-[G]al
Well she pressed her chest against me
About the [C]time the juke box broke
Yeah, she [D7]gave me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she [G] spoke
Blow up your [G]TV, throw away your paper
Go to the [D7]country, build you a [G]home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find [D7]Jesus on your [G]own [D7] [G]
Well, I [G]sat there at the table and I [C]acted real naive
For I [D7]knew that topless lady had something up her [G]sleeve
Well, she danced around the bar room and she [C]did the hoochy-coo
Yeah she [D7]sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to [G]do
Blow up your [G]TV, throw away your paper
Go to the [D7]country, build you a [G]home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find [D7]Jesus on your [G]own [D7] [G]
Well [G]I was young and hungry and a-[C]bout to leave that place
When [D7]just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the [G]face
I said "You must know the answer"
"She said "[C]No but I'll give it a try"
And to [D7]this very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason [G] why
We blew up our [G]TV, threw away our paper
Went to the [D7]country, built us a [G]home
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
They all found [D7]Jesus on their [G]own
| [C]\ [G]\
{t:SPANISH PIPEDREAM}
