[Verse 1]
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 that jukebox broke
Yeah, she give me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she spoke
[Chorus]
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 Jеsus on your own
[Verse 2]
Well, I sat there at thе 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
[Chorus]
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
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 that jukebox broke
Yeah, she give me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she spoke
[Chorus]
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 Jеsus on your own
[Verse 2]
Well, I sat there at thе 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
[Chorus]
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
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