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She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
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I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
             
Well, she pressed her chest against me 
            D
About the time the jukebox broke
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She give 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, build you a home

Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
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Try and find Jesus on your own

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I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
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Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve
                                           D
She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy cooch
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Yea sing a song all night long tellin' me what to do

              A      
Blow Up Your TV, throw away your paper
           E                     A
Go to the country, build you a home

Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
               E           A
Try and find Jesus on your own

 A                               D
But I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
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Just as I was going she looked me in the face
   
I said "You must know the answer"
           D
She said "No, but I'll give it a try"
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And to this day we've been livin' our way
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Here is the reason why

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We blew up the TV, threw away the paper
             E                   A
Went to the country, built us a home

Had a lotta children, fed 'em on peaches
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They all found Jesus on their own

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