Spanish Pipedream Lyrics

	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

	zuo ci : 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

	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

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