song I found...Blow up your tv

Blow Up Your TV Lyrics
by John Denver & john Prine

She was a level-headed dancer
on the road to alcohol
I was just a soldier
on my way to Montreal
Well, she pressed her chest against me
About the time the jukebox broke
She give me a peck on the back of the neck
And these are the words she spoke

Blow Up Your TV,
throw away your paper
Go to the country,
build you a home
Plant a little garden,
eat a lot of peaches
Try and find Jesus on your own

I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
Cause I knew that topless lady,
she had something up her sleeve
She danced around the room awhile
and she did the hoochy cooch
Yea sing a song all night long tellin' me what to do

Blow Up Your TV,
throw away your paper
Go to the country,
build you a home
Plant a little garden,
eat a lot of peaches
Try and find Jesus on your own

But I was young and hungry
and about to leave that place
Just as I was going she looked me in the face I said "You must know the answer"
She said "No, but I'll give it a try"
And to this day we've been livin' our way
Here is the reason why

We blew up the TV,
threw away the paper
Went to the country,
built us a home
Had a lotta children,
fed 'em all on peaches
They all found Jesus on their own