Tuesday, September 19, 2006

Spanish Pipedream
by John Prine

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcoholAnd I was just a soldier on my way to MontrealWell she pressed her chest against meAbout the time the juke box brokeYeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neckAnd these are the words she spoke

Chorus:
Blow up your T.V.
throw away your paper
Go to the country,
build you a home
Plant a little garden,
eat a lot of peaches
Try an find Jesus on your own

Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naiveFor I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeveWell, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-cooYeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do

Repeat chorus:

Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that placeWhen just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the faceI said "You must know the answer.""She said, "No but I'll give it a try."And to this very day we've been livin' our wayAnd here is the reason why

We blew up our T.V. threw away our paperWent to the country, built us a homeHad a lot of children, fed 'em on peachesThey all found Jesus on their own

1 Comments:

Blogger amanda up north said...

I like to think that if you surround them with the right stuff and teach them apprecitaion for the simple, true things in life - Kids will grow up with the sense of direction to head down the right path (without having to be pushed!)

Good stuff here. Thanks!

Special day for James yesterday - we hope it was as great as he!

2:10 PM  

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