Song | Spanish Pipedream |
Artist | John Prine |
Album | Great Days: The John Prine Anthology |
Download | Image LRC TXT |
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 |