| G | C | |
| She was a | level headed dancer on the | road to alchohol |
| D | G | |
| And | I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal |
| C | |
| Well, she pressed her chest against me, about the | time the juke |
| box broke |
| D | |
| She | give me a peck on the back of the neck and these are the |
| G | |
| words she | spoke |
| G | |
| Blow up your tv, throw away your paper |
| D | G | |
| Go to the | country and build you a | home |
| Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches |
| D | G | |
| Try and find | Jesus, on your | own |
| G | C | |
| I | sat there at the table and I | acted real niave |
| D | |
| Cause I | knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleve |
| G | |
| C | |
| She danced around the room awhile and she | did the hoochy cooch |
| D | G | |
| And | sing a song all night long, telling me what to | do |
| G | |
| Blow up your tv, throw away your paper |
| D | G | |
| Go to the | country and build you a | home |
| Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches |
| D | G | |
| Try and find | Jesus, on your | own |
| G | C | |
| But | I was young and hungry | about to leave that place |
| D | G | |
| Just as I was leavin, she looked me in the face |
| C | |
| I said "You must know the answer", she said | "no, but I'll give it |
| a try." |
| D | |
| And | to this day, we've been living our way, here is the reason |
| G | |
| why |
| G | |
| We blew up the | tv, threw away the paper |
| D | G | |
| Went to the | country, built us a | home |
| Had a lotta children, fed them on peaches |
| D | G | C | G | |
| They all found | Jesus, on their | own | - |
| It is an ejoyable one. |
| I have a wide variety of popular artist and |
| venues for audio tape trading. Contact me at |
| < ltwu46B@prodigy.com > and I will e-mail |
| my list to you. |
| Ken Reynolds |
Actually, this song is called "Spanish Pipedream", written by John Prine. If you've never heard of him, do yourself a favor & check him out;)
There. Fixed that for ya.