Spanish Pipedream

<br>She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol<br><br>And I was just a soldier on my way to montreal<br><br>Well she pressed her chest against me<br><br>About the time the juke box broke<br><br>Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck<br><br>And these are the words she spoke<br><br><br><br>Chorus:<br><br>Blow up your t.v. throw away your paper<br><br>Go to the country, build you a home<br><br>Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches<br><br>Try an find jesus on your own<br><br><br><br>Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive<br><br>For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve<br><br>Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo<br><br>Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin me what to do<br><br><br><br>Repeat chorus:<br><br><br><br>Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place<br><br>When just as I was leavin, well she looked me in the face<br><br>I said &quot;you must know the answer.&quot;<br><br>&quot;she said, &quot;no but Ill give it a try.&quot;<br><br>And to this very day weve been livin our way<br><br>And here is the reason why<br><br><br><br>We blew up our t.v. threw away our paper<br><br>Went to the country, built us a home<br><br>Had a lot of children, fed em on peaches<br><br>They all found jesus on their own