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Spanish Pipedream She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal Well she pressed her chest against me About the time the juke box broke Yeah, she gave 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 an find Jesus on your own Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do 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 know 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 We blew up our TV threw away our paper Went to the country, built us a home Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches They all found Jesus on their own
Come Back to Us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard The last time that I saw her She was standing in the rain With her overcoat under her arm Leaning on a horsehead cane She said "Carl, take all the money" She called everybody Carl "My spirit's broke" "My mind's a joke," "And getting up's real hard" Don't you know her When you see her? She grew up In your back yard Come back to us Barbara Lewis Hare Krishna Beauregard Selling bibles at the airports Buying Quaaludes on the phone Hey, you talk about A paper route She's a shut in without a home God save her, please She's nailed her knees To some drugstore parking lot Hey, Mr. Brown Turn the volume down I believe this evening's shot Can't you picture her next Thursday? Can you picture her at all? In the Hotel Boulderado At the dark end of the hall I gotta shake myself and wonder Why she even bothers me For if heartaches were commercials We'd all be on T.V.
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