She Was A Level-headed Dancer On The Road To Alcohol
I Was Just A Soldier On My Way To Montreal

Well, She Pressed Her Chest Against Me
About The Time The Jukebox 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, Build You A Home

Plant A Little Garden, Eat A Lot Of Peaches
Try And Find Jesus On Your Own

I Sat There At The Table And I Acted Real Naive
Cause I Knew That Topless Lady, She Had Something Up Her Sleeve
She Danced Around The Room Awhile And She Did The Hoochy Cooch
Yea Sing A Song All Night Long Tellin' Me What To Do

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 And Find Jesus On Your Own

But I Was Young And Hungry And About 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 A Try"
And To This Day We've Been Livin' 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 'em On Peaches
They All Found Jesus On Their Own