G
C She was a level-headed dancer, on
the road to alcohol
D
G
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
G
C
Well she pressed her chest against me about the time the jukebox broke
D
G
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of my neck and these are the words
she spoke
Chorus
G
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
D
G
Go to the country, build you a home
G
Plant a little garden, eat a lot peaches
D
G
Try and find Jesus, on your own
Verses
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 barroom and she did the hoochie-koo
Yeah she sang her song all night long tellin' me what to do
Chorus
Well I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
When just as I was leavin, 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 been living our way and here is the reason why
Last Chorus:
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
And they all found Jesus, on their own.