Standard (EADGBE)
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