Spanish Pipedream John Prine
She was a [Bb]level headed dancer on the [Eb]road to alcohol
And [F]I was just a soldier on my way to Montre[Bb]al
Well she [Bb]pressed her chest against me about the [Eb]time the juke box broke
Yeah, she [F]gave me a peck on the back of the neck, And these are the words she [Bb]spoke
Chorus:
Blow up your [Bb]T.V. throw away your paper
Go to the [F]country, build you a [Bb]home
Plant a little [Bb]garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find [F]Jesus on your [Bb]own
Well, I [Bb]sat there at the table and I [Eb]acted real naive
For I [F]knew that topless lady had something up her [Bb]sleeve
Well, she [Bb]danced around the bar room and she [Eb]did the hoochy-coo
Yeah she [F]sang her song all night long, tellin me what to d[Bb]o
(Repeat chorus)
Well, [Bb]I was young and hungry and a[Eb]bout to leave that place
When [F]just as I was leavin, well she looked me in the [Bb]face
I said [Bb]You must know the answer, She said [Eb]No but I'll give it a try
And to [F]this very day we've been livin our way, And here is the reason [Bb]why
We blew up our [Bb]T.V. threw away our paper, Went to the [F]country, built us a [Bb]home
Had a lot of [Bb]children, fed 'em on peaches, They all found [F]Jesus on their [Bb]own [Eb] [Bb]
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