Spanish Pipedream

She was a level-headed dancer

On the road to alcohol

And I was just a soldier

On the 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

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

Well, I sat there at the table

And I acted real naïve

For I knew that topless lady

Had something up her sleeve

Well, she danced around the bar room

And she did the Hoochie-Coo

Yeah, she sang her song all night long

Telling me what to do

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

Well, I was young and hungry

And about to leave that place

When just as I was leaving

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've been living our way

Here is the reason why

We blew up our TV, 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