She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
She pressed her chest against me
About the time the juke box broke
She gave me a peck on the back of the neck
These are the words she spoke

Blow up your TV throw away your paper
Move to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an' find Jesus on your own

I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
She danced around the bar room
And she did the hoochy-coo
Sang her song all night long
Tellin' me what to do

Blow up your TV throw away your paper
Move to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an' find Jesus on your own

Well, I was young and hungry, just about to leave that place
Just as I was goin', she looked me in the face
I said you must know the answer
She said, no but I'll give it a try
To this very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason why
We blew up our TV threw away our paper
Move to the country, built us a home
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
They all found Jesus on their own

Blow up your TV throw away your paper
Move to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an' find Jesus on your own