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
Well she pressed her chest against me
C
About the time the juke box broke
D
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
G
And these are the words she spoke
Chorus:
G
Blow up your T.V. throw away your paper
D G
Go to the country, build you a home
G
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
D G
Try an find Jesus on your own
G C
Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
D G
For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
G C
Well, she danced around the bar room and she did the hoochy-coo
D G
Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin me what to do
(Repeat chorus)
G C
Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
D G
When just as I was leavin, well she looked me in the face
G C
I said You must know the answer, She said No but I'll give it a try
D
And to this very day we've been livin our way
G
And here is the reason why
G
We blew up our T.V. threw away our paper
D G
Went to the country, built us a home
G
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
D G C G
They all found Jesus on their own
Cords
G C D
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G|--0--|--0--|--2--|
D|--0--|--2--|--0--|
A|--2--|--3--|-----|
E|--3--|-----|-----|
