Spanish Pipedream Chords by John Prine
Tempo:
81.15 bpm
Chords used:
D
G
C
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
She was a level-headed dancer [C] on the road to alcohol
[D] And I was just a soldier on the way to [G] Montreal
Well, she pressed her chest against me [C] about the time the jukebox broke
[D] Yeah, she gimme a peck on the back of my neck
And these are the words [G] she spoke
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go [D] to the country, [G] build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try [D] and find Jesus [G] on your own
[D] [G]
Well, I sat there at the table [C] and I acted real naive
[D] For I knew that topless lady had something up [G] her sleeve
Well, she danced around the barroom [C] and she dipped the hoochie-coo
[D] Yeah, she sang her song all night long, telling me what [G] to do
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go [D] to the country, build [G] you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try and [D] find Jesus on [G] your own
[D] [G]
Well, I was young and hungry [C] and about to leave that place
[D] When just as I was leaving, well, she looked me in [G] the face
I said, you must know the answer
She [C] said, no, but I'll give it a try
[D] And to this very day, we've been living our way
And here is the [G] reason why
We blew up our TV, threw our paper
Went [D] to the country, built [G] us a home
Had a lot of children, fed them on peaches
They [D] all found Jesus [G] on their own
[D] And I was just a soldier on the way to [G] Montreal
Well, she pressed her chest against me [C] about the time the jukebox broke
[D] Yeah, she gimme a peck on the back of my neck
And these are the words [G] she spoke
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go [D] to the country, [G] build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try [D] and find Jesus [G] on your own
[D] [G]
Well, I sat there at the table [C] and I acted real naive
[D] For I knew that topless lady had something up [G] her sleeve
Well, she danced around the barroom [C] and she dipped the hoochie-coo
[D] Yeah, she sang her song all night long, telling me what [G] to do
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go [D] to the country, build [G] you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try and [D] find Jesus on [G] your own
[D] [G]
Well, I was young and hungry [C] and about to leave that place
[D] When just as I was leaving, well, she looked me in [G] the face
I said, you must know the answer
She [C] said, no, but I'll give it a try
[D] And to this very day, we've been living our way
And here is the [G] reason why
We blew up our TV, threw our paper
Went [D] to the country, built [G] us a home
Had a lot of children, fed them on peaches
They [D] all found Jesus [G] on their own
Key:
D
G
C
D
G
C
D
G
She was a level-headed dancer [C] on the road to alcohol
[D] And I was just a soldier on the way to [G] Montreal
Well, she pressed her chest against me [C] about the time the jukebox broke
[D] Yeah, she gimme a peck on the back of my neck
And these are the words [G] she spoke
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go [D] to the country, _ [G] build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try [D] and find Jesus _ [G] on your own _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
Well, I sat there at the table [C] and I acted real naive
[D] For I knew that topless lady had something up [G] her sleeve
Well, she danced around the barroom [C] and she dipped the hoochie-coo
[D] Yeah, she sang her song all night long, telling me what [G] to do
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go [D] to the country, build [G] you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try and [D] find Jesus on [G] your own _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
Well, I was young and hungry [C] and about to leave that place
[D] When just as I was leaving, well, she looked me in [G] the face
I said, you must know the answer
She [C] said, no, but I'll give it a try
[D] And to this very day, we've been living our way
And here is the [G] reason why
We blew up our TV, threw our paper
Went [D] to the country, built [G] us a home
Had a lot of children, fed them on peaches
They [D] all found Jesus _ [G] on their own _
[D] And I was just a soldier on the way to [G] Montreal
Well, she pressed her chest against me [C] about the time the jukebox broke
[D] Yeah, she gimme a peck on the back of my neck
And these are the words [G] she spoke
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go [D] to the country, _ [G] build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try [D] and find Jesus _ [G] on your own _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
Well, I sat there at the table [C] and I acted real naive
[D] For I knew that topless lady had something up [G] her sleeve
Well, she danced around the barroom [C] and she dipped the hoochie-coo
[D] Yeah, she sang her song all night long, telling me what [G] to do
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go [D] to the country, build [G] you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try and [D] find Jesus on [G] your own _ _
_ [D] _ _ _ _ [G] _ _ _
Well, I was young and hungry [C] and about to leave that place
[D] When just as I was leaving, well, she looked me in [G] the face
I said, you must know the answer
She [C] said, no, but I'll give it a try
[D] And to this very day, we've been living our way
And here is the [G] reason why
We blew up our TV, threw our paper
Went [D] to the country, built [G] us a home
Had a lot of children, fed them on peaches
They [D] all found Jesus _ [G] on their own _