Spanish Pipedream is one of the most popular songs of the time. Spanish Pipedream lyrics written by John E Prine. This song has sung by John E Prine.
| Singer | John E Prine |
| Album | John E Prine |
| Released | 1971 |
| Tuning | E A D G B E |
Spanish Pipedream Song Lyrics
She was a level-headed dancer
On the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
******
Well, she pressed her chest against me
About the time the juke box broke
Yeah, she give 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 hoochie-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..
Spanish Pipedream Song Chords
She was a level headed dancer on the road to alcohol.
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal.
Well she pressed her chest against me,
About the time the jukebox broke.
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck,
And these are the words she spoke.
Blow up your T.V.. Throw away your paper.
Go to the country. Build you a home.
Plant a little garden. Eat a lotta 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 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 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.
And here is the reason why.
We blew up our T.V. 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.
