GGsusGGGC
She was a level headed dancer on the road to alchohol
GDG
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
G
Well, she pressed her chest against me,
DCC7 Csus6
about the time the juke box broke
CDDG Csus6 D
She gave me a peck on the back of the neck
G Csus6 DG
and these are the words she spoke
G
Blow up your tv, throw away your paper
GDG
Go to the country and build you a home
GG-Csus6
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches
DG
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
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