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She was a level-headed dancer
 On the road to alcohol
 And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
 Well, she pressed her chest against me
 About the time the juke box broke
 Yeah, she give me a peck
 On the back of the neck
 And these are the words she spoke
 "Blow up your TV
 Throw away your paper
 Go to the country
 Build you a home
 Plant a little garden
 Eat a lot of peaches
 Try an' find Jesus on your own"
 Well, I sat there at the table
 And I acted real naive
 For I knew that topless lady
 Had something up her sleeve
 Well, she danced around the bar room
 And she did the hoochie-coo
 Yeah, she sang her song all night long
 Tellin' me what to do
 "Blow up your TV
 Throw away your paper
 Go to the country
 Build you a home
 Plant a little garden
 Eat a lot of peaches
 Try an' find Jesus on your own"
 Well, I was young and hungry
 And about to leave that place
 When just as I was leavin'
 Well, 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 very day, we've been livin' our way
 Here is the reason why
 We blew up our TV
 Threw away our paper
 Went to the country
 Built us a home
 Had a lot of children
 Fed 'em on peaches
 They all found Jesus on their own
 
 She was a level-headed dancer
 On the road to alcohol
 And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
 Well, she pressed her chest against me
 About the time the juke box broke
 Yeah, she give me a peck
 On the back of the neck
 And these are the words she spoke
 "Blow up your TV
 Throw away your paper
 Go to the country
 Build you a home
 Plant a little garden
 Eat a lot of peaches
 Try an' find Jesus on your own"
 Well, I sat there at the table
 And I acted real naive
 For I knew that topless lady
 Had something up her sleeve
 Well, she danced around the bar room
 And she did the hoochie-coo
 Yeah, she sang her song all night long
 Tellin' me what to do
 "Blow up your TV
 Throw away your paper
 Go to the country
 Build you a home
 Plant a little garden
 Eat a lot of peaches
 Try an' find Jesus on your own"
 Well, I was young and hungry
 And about to leave that place
 When just as I was leavin'
 Well, 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 very day, we've been livin' our way
 Here is the reason why
 We blew up our TV
 Threw away our paper
 Went to the country
 Built us a home
 Had a lot of children
 Fed 'em on peaches
 They all found Jesus on their own
 

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Duration
02:41
Key
7
Tempo
81 BPM

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