Spanish Pipedream The Avett Brothers

Anything we should know about your change?
She was a level headed dancer on the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on the way to Montreal
Well, she pressed her chest against me
About the time the jukebox broke
She gave me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she spoke

Blow up your T.V., throw away your paper
Move to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try to find Jesus on your own

So I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
'Cause I knew that topless lady
Had something up her sleeve
Well, she danced around the bar room
And she did the hoochy-coo
She sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do

Blow up your T.V., throw away your paper
Move to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try to 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 have the answer"
"She said, "No but I'll give it a try"
And to this very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason why