Blow Up Your Tv John Denver
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 naive
Cause I [D] knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve
[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 enjoyable 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
Important: The song above is NOT stored on the Chordie server. The original song is hosted at www.guitaretab.com. Chordie works as a search engine and provides on-the-fly formatting. Chordie does not index songs against artists'/composers' will. To remove this song please click here.
| Text color: | |
| Chord color: | |
| Chord grids: | |
| Font size: | |
| Page size: |
Notice: Trying to get property of non-object in /var/www/chordiepro/include/panel.inc on line 55
