Arif Mardin - Spanish Pipedream 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 jukebox broke Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke Chorus: 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 hooch y-coo Yeah she sang her song all night long, telling 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 leaving, 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 living our way And 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