Blow Up Your TV (Spanish Pipe Dream) - Live - John Denver

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol

I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal

Well, she pressed her chest against me

About the time the jukebox broke

She give me a peck on the back of the neck

And these are the words she spoke

Blow Up Your TV, throw away your paper

Go to the country, build you a home

Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches

Try and find Jesus on your 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 cooch

Yea sing a song all night long tellin' me what to do

Blow Up Your TV, throw away your paper

Go to the country, build you a home

Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches

Try and find Jesus on your own

But I was young and hungry 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 livin' 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 'em on peaches

They all found Jesus on their own