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