Текст песни John Prine - Spanish Pipedream (AKA Blow Up Your TV)
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She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcoholAnd I was just a soldier on my way to MontrealWell she pressed her chest against meAbout the time the juke box brokeYeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neckAnd these are the words she spokeChorus:Blow up your T.V. throw away your paperGo to the country, build you a homePlant a little garden, eat a lot of peachesTry an find Jesus on your own Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naiveFor I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeveWell, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-cooYeah she sang her song all night long, tellin` me what to doRepeat chorus:Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that placeWhen just as I was leavin`, well she looked me in the faceI 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 wayAnd here is the reason whyWe blew up our T.V. threw away our paperWent to the country, built us a homeHad a lot of children, fed `em on peachesThey all found Jesus on their own