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Thread #135075 Message #3078014
Posted By: GUEST,999
19-Jan-11 - 01:53 PM
Thread Name: Lyr Req: bust up your tv
Subject: Lyr Add: SPANISH PIPEDREAM (John Prine)
SPANISH PIPEDREAM John Prine
1. 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:
CHORUS: Blow up your TV. Throw away your paper. Go to the country. Build you a home. Plant a little garden. Eat a lot o' peaches. Try and find Jesus on your own.
2. 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 barroom, and she did the hoochie-koo. Yeah, she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do. (CHORUS)
3. 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 been a-livin' our way, and here is the reason why:
LAST CHORUS: We blew up our TV, threw away our paper, Went to the country, built us a home, Had a lot o' children, fed 'em on peaches. They all found Jesus on their own.