She was a G level headed dancer on the C road to alchohol
And D I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal G
Well, she pressed her chest against me, about the C time the juke
box broke
She D give me a peck on the back of the neck and these are the
words she G spoke
G Blow up your tv, throw away your paper
Go to the D country and build you a G home
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches
Try and find D Jesus, on your G own
I G sat there at the table and I C acted real niave
Cause I D knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleve
G
She danced around the room awhile and she C did the hoochy cooch
And D sing a song all night long, telling me what to G do
G Blow up your tv, throw away your paper
Go to the D country and build you a G home
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches
Try and find D Jesus, on your G own
But G I was young and a C bout to leave that place
D Just as I was going, she looked me in the face G
I said "You must know the answer", she said C "no, but I'll give it
a try."
And D to this day, we've been living our way, here is the reason
G why
We blew up the G tv, threw away the paper
Went to the D country, built us a G home
Had a lotta children, fed them on peaches
They all found D Jesus, on their G own C - G
It is an ejoyable one.
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John Denver
