Spanish Pipedream

{title: Spanish Pipedream}
{subtitle: John Prine}
{key: G}

{ci: Verse 1}
She was a [G]level-headed dancer on the [C]road to alcohol
And [D7]I was just a soldier on my way to Montre-[G]al
Well she pressed her chest against me
About the [C]time the juke box broke
Yeah she [D7]gave me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she [G]spoke

{ci: Chorus}
Blow up your [G]TV throw away your paper
Go to the [D7]country build you a [G]home
Plant a little garden eat a lot of peaches
Try and find [D7]Jesus on your [G]own

{ci: Verse 2}
Well I [G]sat there at the table and I [C]acted real naive
For I [D7]knew that topless lady had something up her [G]sleeve
Well she danced around the bar room and she [C]did the hoochy-coo
Yeah she [D7]sang her song all night long tellin' me what to [G]do

{ci: Chorus}

{ci: Verse 3}
Well [G]I was young and hungry and a-[C]bout to leave that place
When [D7]just as I was leavin' well she looked me in the [G]face
I said "You must know the answer"
She said "[C]No but I'll give it a try"
And to [D7]this very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason [G]why

{ci: Chorus}
We blew up our [G]TV threw away our paper
Went to the [D7]country built us a [G]home
Had a lot of children fed 'em on peaches
They all found [D7]Jesus on their [G]own [C] [G]