| C | F | |
| She was a | level-headed dancer on the | road to alcohol |
| G | C | |
| And | I was just a soldier on my | way to Montreal |
| C | F | |
| Well she | pressed her chest against me about the | time the juke box broke |
| G | C | |
| She | gave me a peck on the back of the neck and these are the words she | spoke |
| Chorus: |
| C | F | C | |
| Blow up your | T.V. |
| C | F | C | |
| Throw away your | paper |
| G | C | F | C | |
| Go to the | country, Build you a | home |
| C | F | C | |
| Plant a little | garden, |
| C | F | C | |
| Eat a lot of | peaches |
| G | C | |
| Try to find | Jesus on your | own |
| C | F | |
| Well, I sat | there at the table and I | acted real naive |
| G | C | |
| For I | knew that topless lady had | something up her sleeve |
| C | F | |
| Well, she | danced around the bar room and she | did the hoochy-coo |
| G | C | |
| Yeah she | sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to | do |
| Chorus |
| C | F | |
| Well, | I was young and hungry and a- | bout to leave that place |
| G | C | |
| But | just as I was leavin', well she | looked me in the face |
| C | F | |
| I said " | You must know the answer." She said, " | No but I'll give it a try." |
| G | C | |
| And to this | very day we've been livin' our way and here is the reason | why |
| C | F | C | |
| We blew up our | T.V. |
| C | F | C | |
| Threw away our | paper |
| G | C | F | C | |
| Went to the | country, Built us a | home |
| C | F | C | |
| Had a lot of | children, |
| C | F | C | |
| Fed 'em on | peaches |
| G | C | |
| And they all found | Jesus on their | own |