(Prine)<br />
She was a levelheaded dancer on the road to alcohol,<br />
I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal.<br />
Well, she pressed her chest against me about the time the jukebox broke.<br />
She gave me a peck on the back of the neck, and these are the words she spoke.<br />
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Blow up your TV, throw away your paper, go to the country, build you a home.<br />
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches, try and find Jesus on your own.<br />
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I sat there at the table, and I acted real naive.<br />
Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve.<br />
She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy coo.<br />
Yeah, singing a song all night long, telling me what to do.<br />
<br />
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper, go to the country, build you a home.<br />
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches, try and find Jesus on your own.<br />
<br />
Well, I was young and hungry, and about to leave that place.<br />
Just as I was going. she looked me in the face.<br />
I said "You must know the answer," she said "No, but I'll give it a try."<br />
To this day we've been living our way, here is the reason why.<br />
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We blew up your TV, threw away your paper, went to the country, build us a home.<br />
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches, they all found Jesus on their own. [ Lyrics from: http://www.lyricsmode.com/lyrics/j/john_denver/blow_up_your_tv_spanish_pipe_dream.html ]