Written: John Prine
I posted this under the popular tilte as recored by John Denver, as this is where
some of us old farts look for it. It's actually titled "Spanis Pipe Dream" and
goes by "Jesus" at times...
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[G]She was a [G]level headed dancer on the [C]road to alchohol
[G]And [D]I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal[G]
[G]Well, she pressed her chest against me,
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about the time the juke box broke
[C-D]She g[D]ave me a pe[G-Csus6]ck on the back of the [D]neck
and[G-Csus6] these are the w[D]ords she [G]spoke
[G]Blow up your tv, throw away your paper
[G]Go to the [D]country and build you a [G]home
[G]Plant a little garden, [G-Csus6]eat a lotta peaches
Try and find [D]Jesus, on your [G]own
I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve
She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy coo
And sing a song all night long, telling me what to do
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go to the country and build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches
Try and find Jesus, on your own
But I was young and about to leave that place
Just as I was going, 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 day, we've been living our way,
here is the reason why
We blew up the TV, threw away the paper
Went to the country, built us a home
Had a lotta children, fed them on peaches
They all found Jesus, on their own (C) >>(G)
I posted this under the popular tilte as recored by John Denver, as this is where
some of us old farts look for it. It's actually titled "Spanis Pipe Dream" and
goes by "Jesus" at times...
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Low E string ---------------
GGsusG
[G]She was a [G]level headed dancer on the [C]road to alchohol
[G]And [D]I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal[G]
[G]Well, she pressed her chest against me,
DC C7 Csus6
about the time the juke box broke
[C-D]She g[D]ave me a pe[G-Csus6]ck on the back of the [D]neck
and[G-Csus6] these are the w[D]ords she [G]spoke
[G]Blow up your tv, throw away your paper
[G]Go to the [D]country and build you a [G]home
[G]Plant a little garden, [G-Csus6]eat a lotta peaches
Try and find [D]Jesus, on your [G]own
I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve
She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy coo
And sing a song all night long, telling me what to do
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go to the country and build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches
Try and find Jesus, on your own
But I was young and about to leave that place
Just as I was going, 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 day, we've been living our way,
here is the reason why
We blew up the TV, threw away the paper
Went to the country, built us a home
Had a lotta children, fed them on peaches
They all found Jesus, on their own (C) >>(G)
