Spanish Pipe Dream John Denver

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
She pressed her chest against me
About the time the juke box broke
She gave me a peck on the back of the neck
These are the words she spoke

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

I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
She danced around the bar room
And she did the hoochy-coo
Sang her song all night long
Tellin' me what to do

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

Well, I was young and hungry, just about to leave that place
Just as I was goin', she looked me in the face
I said you must know the answer
She said, no but I'll give it a try
To this very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason why