Spanish Pipedream (aka Blow Up Your Tv) Lyrics - John Prine

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 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 

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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 

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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