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She was a [G] level headed dancer on the [C] road to alchohol And [D] I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal [G] Well, she pressed her chest against me, about the [C] time the juke box broke She [D] give me a peck on the back of the neck and these are the words she [G] spoke [G] Blow up your tv, throw away your paper Go to the [D] country and build you a [G] home Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches Try and find [D] Jesus, on your [G] own I [G] sat there at the table and I [C] acted real niave Cause I [D] knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleve [G] She danced around the room awhile and she [C] did the hoochy cooch And [D] sing a song all night long, telling me what to [G] do [G] Blow up your tv, throw away your paper Go to the [D] country and build you a [G] home Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches Try and find [D] Jesus, on your [G] own But [G] I was young and a [C] bout to leave that place [D] Just as I was going, she looked me in the face [G] I said "You must know the answer", she said [C] "no, but I'll give it a try." And [D] to this day, we've been living our way, here is the reason [G] why We blew up the [G] tv, threw away the paper Went to the [D] country, built us a [G] home Had a lotta children, fed them on peaches They all found [D] Jesus, on their [G] own [C] - [G] It is an ejoyable one. I have a wide variety of popular artist and venues for audio tape trading. Contact me at < ltwu46B@prodigy.com > and I will e-mail my list to you. Ken Reynolds