| Song | Spanish Pipedream |
| Artist | John Prine |
| Album | The Singing Mailman Delivers |
| 作词 : Prine | |
| She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol | |
| And I was just a soldier on my way to | |
| MontrealWell, she pressed her chest against me | |
| About the time the juke box broke | |
| Yeah, 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 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 naive | |
| For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve | |
| Well, she danced around the bar room | |
| And she did the hoochy-coo | |
| Yeah, she sang her song all night long | |
| Tellin' me what to do | |
| Blow up your | |
| TV, 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 was young and hungry | |
| And about to leave that place | |
| When just as | |
| I was leavin' | |
| Well she looked me in the face | |
| I 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 way | |
| Here is the reason why | |
| We blew up our | |
| TV, threw away our paper | |
| Went to the country, built us a home | |
| Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches | |
| They all found | |
| Jesus on their own |
| zuò cí : Prine | |
| She was a levelheaded dancer on the road to alcohol | |
| And I was just a soldier on my way to | |
| MontrealWell, she pressed her chest against me | |
| About the time the juke box broke | |
| Yeah, 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 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 naive | |
| For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve | |
| Well, she danced around the bar room | |
| And she did the hoochycoo | |
| Yeah, she sang her song all night long | |
| Tellin' me what to do | |
| Blow up your | |
| TV, 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 was young and hungry | |
| And about to leave that place | |
| When just as | |
| I was leavin' | |
| Well she looked me in the face | |
| I 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 way | |
| Here is the reason why | |
| We blew up our | |
| TV, threw away our paper | |
| Went to the country, built us a home | |
| Had a lot of children, fed ' em on peaches | |
| They all found | |
| Jesus on their own |