She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol 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 Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck And these are the words she spoke
[Chorus] Blow up your t.v. throw away your paper Go to the country, build you a home Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches Try an find jesus 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
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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 ownTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
