Artist Name
John Prine
Album
John Prine
Release
1971
GShe was a level-headed dancer on the Croad to alcohol
And D7I was just a soldier on my way to MontreGal
GWell she pressed her chest against me
About the Ctime the juke box broke
Yeah, she D7gave me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she Gspoke
Chorus
Blow up your GT.V. throw away your paper
Go to the D7country, build you a Ghome
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find D7Jesus on your own
Well, I sat there at the 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 hoochy-coo
Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do
Repeat chorus:
Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
When just as I was leavin', well 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 very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason why
We blew up our T.V. threw away our paper
Went to the country, built us a home
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
They all found Jesus on their own