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Spanish Pipedream  John Prine

She was a [G]level headed dancer on the [C]road to alcohol
And [D]I was just a soldier on my way to Montre[G]al
Well she [G]pressed her chest against me about the [C]time the juke box broke
Yeah, she [D]gave me a peck on the back of the neck, And these are the words she [G]spoke
Blow up your [G]T.V. throw away your paper
Go to the [D]country, build you a [G]home
Plant a little [G]garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find [D]Jesus on your [G]own

Well, I [G]sat there at the table and I [C]acted real naive
For I [D]knew that topless lady had something up her [G]sleeve
Well, she [G]danced around the bar room and she [C]did the hoochy-coo
Yeah she [D]sang her song all night long, tellin me what to d[G]o

(Repeat chorus)
Well, [G]I was young and hungry and a[C]bout to leave that place
When [D]just as I was leavin, well she looked me in the [G]face
I said [G]You must know the answer, She said [C]No but I'll give it a try
And to [D]this very day we've been livin our way, And here is the reason [G]why

We blew up our [G]T.V. threw away our paper, Went to the [D]country, built us a [G]home
Had a lot of [G]children, fed 'em on peaches, They all found [D]Jesus on their [G]own [C]   [G]

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