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 on peaches   They all found Jesus on their own