[Verse 1]
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on the 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 my neck and these are the words she spoke

[Chorus]
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go to the country, build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peachеs
Try and find Jesus on your own

[Verse 2]
Well, I sat therе 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, telling me what to do

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 3]
Well, I was young and hungry and about to leave that place
When just as I was leaving, 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 living our way and here is the reason why
[Chorus]
We blew up our TV, 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