Spanish Pipedream

She was a levelheaded dancer on the road to alcohol

And I was just a soldier on the way to Montréal

Well, she pressed her chest against me

'Bout the time the jukebox broke

She gave me a peck on the back of the neck

And these are the words she spoke

Blow up your TV, throw away your papers

Move to the country, build you a home

Plan a little garden, eat a lot o' peaches

Try to find Jesus on your own

So I sat there at the table, acted real naïve

'Cause I knew that topless lady had somethin' up her sleeve

Well, she danced around the barroom, and she did the hoochy-coo

She sang a song, all night long, telling me what to do

Blow up your TV, throw away your papers

Move to the country, build you a home

Plan a little garden, eat a lot o' peaches

Try to find Jesus on your own

Well, I was young and hungry, and about to leave that place

When just as I was leavin', well, she looked me in my face

I said, "You must have the answer", she said,

"No, but I'll give it a try", and to this very day, we've been livin' away

And here is the reason why:

We blew up our TV, threw away our papers

Moved to the country, built us a home

Had a lot o' children, fed 'em on peaches

They all found Jesus on their own

Blow up your TV, throw away your papers

Move to the country, build you a home

Plan a little garden, eat a lot o' peaches

Try to find Jesus on your own