Intro
G C
D7 G
Verse 1
She was a Glevel-headed dancer on the Croad to alcohol
And D7I was just a soldier on my way to MonGtreal
Well she pressed her chest against me
About the Ctime the juke box broke
Yeah, she D7gave me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she Gspoke
Chorus 1
Blow up your GT.V. throw away your paper
Go to the D7country, build you a Ghome
Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
Try an find D7Jesus on your Gown D7 G
Verse 2
Well, I Gsat there at the table and I Cacted real naive
For I D7knew that topless lady had something up her Gsleeve
Well, she danced around the bar room and she Cdid the hoochy-coo
Yeah she D7sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to Gdo
Chorus 1
Verse 3
GWell, I was young and hungry and aCbout to leave that place
When D7just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the Gface
I said "You must know the answer."
"She said, "CNo but I'll give it a try."
And to D7this very day we've been livin' our way
And here is the reason Gwhy
Chorus 2
We blew up our GT.V. threw away our paper
Went to the D7country, built us a Ghome
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
They all found D7Jesus on their Gown
They all found D7Jesus on their Gown
They all found D7Jesus on their Gown