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  • She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
    I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
    She pressed her chest against me
    About the time the juke box broke
    She gave me a peck on the back of the neck
    These are the words she spoke
    Blow up your TV throw away your paper
    Move to the country, build you a home
    Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
    Try an' find Jesus on your own
    I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
    I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
    She danced around the bar room
    And she did the hoochy-coo
    Sang her song all night long
    Tellin' me what to do
    Blow up your TV throw away your paper
    Move to the country, build you a home
    Plant a little garden, garden, eat a lot of peaches
    Try an' find Jesus on your own
    Well, I was young and hungry, just about to leave that place
    Just as I was goin', she looked me in the face
    I said you must know the answer
    She said, no but I'll give it a try
    To this very day we've been livin' our way
    And here is the reason why
    We blew up our TV threw away our paper
    Move to the country, built us a home
    Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
    They all found Jesus on their own
    Blow up your TV throw away your paper
    Move to the country, build you a home
    Plant a little garden, garden, eat a lot of peaches
    Try an' find Jesus on your own
  • She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
    I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
    She pressed her chest against me
    About the time the juke box broke
    She gave me a peck on the back of the neck
    These are the words she spoke
    Blow up your TV throw away your paper
    Move to the country, build you a home
    Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
    Try an' find Jesus on your own
    I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
    I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
    She danced around the bar room
    And she did the hoochy-coo
    Sang her song all night long
    Tellin' me what to do
    Blow up your TV throw away your paper
    Move to the country, build you a home
    Plant a little garden, garden, eat a lot of peaches
    Try an' find Jesus on your own
    Well, I was young and hungry, just about to leave that place
    Just as I was goin', she looked me in the face
    I said you must know the answer
    She said, no but I'll give it a try
    To this very day we've been livin' our way
    And here is the reason why
    We blew up our TV threw away our paper
    Move to the country, built us a home
    Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
    They all found Jesus on their own
    Blow up your TV throw away your paper
    Move to the country, build you a home
    Plant a little garden, garden, eat a lot of peaches
    Try an' find Jesus on your own