She was a G level headed dancer on the C road to alchohol 
And D I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal  G 
Well, she pressed her chest against me, about the C time the juke 
box broke 
She D give me a peck on the back of the neck and these are the 
words she G spoke 
 
G Blow up your tv, throw away your paper 
Go to the D country and build you a G home 
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches 
Try and find D Jesus, on your G own 
 
I G sat there at the table and I C acted real niave 
Cause I D knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleve 
G 
She danced around the room awhile and she C did the hoochy cooch 
And D sing a song all night long, telling me what to G do 
 
G Blow up your tv, throw away your paper 
Go to the D country and build you a G home 
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches 
Try and find D Jesus, on your G own 
 
But G I was young and a C bout to leave that place 
D Just as I was going, she looked me in the face  G 
I said "You must know the answer", she said C "no, but I'll give it 
A try." 
And D to this day, we've been living our way, here is the reason 
G why