Spanish Pipedream — текст песни (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 gave me a peck on the back of the neck

And these are the words she spoke



Chorus:

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



Repeat chorus:



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 Ill give it a try."

And to this very day weve 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