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She was a level headed dancer on the road to alchohol 
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And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal  
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Well, she pressed her chest against me,  
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about the time the juke box broke 
 
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She gave me a peck on the back of the neck  
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and these are the words she spoke 
 
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Blow up your tv, throw away your paper 
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Go to the country and build you a home 
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Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches 
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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 coo 
And sing a song all night long, telling me what to do 
 
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper 
Go to the country and build you a home 
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches 
Try and find Jesus, on your own 
 
But I was young 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 living 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 them on peaches 
They all found Jesus, on their own