Blow Up Your Tv

She was a G level headed dancer on the C road to alchohol And D I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal G Well, she pressed her chest against me, about the C time the juke box broke She D give me a peck on the back of the neck and these are the words she G spoke G Blow up your tv, throw away your paper Go to the D country and build you a G home Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches Try and find D Jesus, on your G own I G sat there at the table and I C acted real niave Cause I D knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleve G She danced around the room awhile and she C did the hoochy cooch And D sing a song all night long, telling me what to G do G Blow up your tv, throw away your paper Go to the D country and build you a G home Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches Try and find D Jesus, on your G own But G I was young and a C bout to leave that place D Just as I was going, she looked me in the face G I said "You must know the answer", she said C "no, but I'll give it A try." And D to this day, we've been living our way, here is the reason G why