She was a level headed dancer on the road to alchohol
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
She give me a peck on the back of the neck and these are the
words she spoke
Blow up your tv, throw away your paper
Go to the country and build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches
Try and find Jesus, on your own
I sat there at the table and I acted real niave
Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleve
She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy cooch
And sing a song all night long, telling me what to do
Blow up your tv, throw away your paper
Go to the country and build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches
Try and find Jesus, on your own
But I was young and a bout to leave that place
Just as I was going, 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 day, we've been living our way, here is the reason
why
We blew up the tv, threw away the paper
Went to the country, built us a home
Had a lotta children, fed them on peaches
They all found Jesus, on their own -
It is an ejoyable one.
I have a wide variety of popular artist and
venues for audio tape trading. Contact me at
< ltwu46B@prodigy.com > and I will e-mail
my list to you.
Ken Reynolds
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
She give me a peck on the back of the neck and these are the
words she spoke
Blow up your tv, throw away your paper
Go to the country and build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches
Try and find Jesus, on your own
I sat there at the table and I acted real niave
Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleve
She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy cooch
And sing a song all night long, telling me what to do
Blow up your tv, throw away your paper
Go to the country and build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches
Try and find Jesus, on your own
But I was young and a bout to leave that place
Just as I was going, 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 day, we've been living our way, here is the reason
why
We blew up the tv, threw away the paper
Went to the country, built us a home
Had a lotta children, fed them on peaches
They all found Jesus, on their own -
It is an ejoyable one.
I have a wide variety of popular artist and
venues for audio tape trading. Contact me at
< ltwu46B@prodigy.com > and I will e-mail
my list to you.
Ken Reynolds