Текст (слова) песни: John Denver - Blow Up Your TV
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
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