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 JUKEBOX BROKE
YEAH SHE GIVE ME
A PECK
ON THE BACK
OF THE NECK
AND THESE ARE
THE WORDS
SHE SPOKE
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
'FER I KNEW
THAT TOPLESS LADY
HAD SOMETHIN'
UP HER SLEEVE
WELL SHE DANCED
AROUND
THE BAR ROOM
AND SHE DID
THE HOOTCHIE-COO
YEAH SHE SANG
HER SONG
ALL NIGHT LONG
TELLIN' ME WHAT TO DO
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 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