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She was a level headed dancer on the road to alchohol

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

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 and build you a home

Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches

Try and find Jesus, on your own

I sat there at the table and I acted real niave

Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleve

She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy cooch

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 a bout 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

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 -

Ken Reynolds