Artist: | John Prine (English) |
User: | David Gratta |
Duration: | 130 seconds |
Delay: | 25 seconds |
Chord names: | Not defined |
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Comment: | - |
G C
She was a level headed dancer on the road to alcohol.
D G
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal.
[Verse 1]
G
Well she pressed her chest against me,
C
About the time the jukebox broke.
D
Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck,
G
And these are the words she spoke.
[Chorus 1]
G
Blow up your T.V.. Throw away your paper.
D G
Go to the country. Build you a home.
G
Plant a little garden. Eat a lotta peaches.
D G
Try an find Jesus, on your own.
[Verse 2]
G C
Well, I sat there at the table, and I acted real naive.
D G
For I knew that topless lady, had something up her sleeve.
G C
Well, she danced around the bar room, and she did the hoochy-coo.
D G N.C.
Yeah she sang her song all night long, tellin' me what to do.
[Chorus 2]
N.C. G
Blow up your T.V. Throw away your paper.
D G
Go to the country. Build you a home.
G
Plant a little garden. Eat a lot of peaches.
D G
Try an' find Jesus, on your own.
[Solo]
D G D G
C G D G
[Verse 3]
G C
Well, I was young and hungry, and about to leave that place.
D G
When just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the face.
G C
I said "You must know the answer". She said "No but I'll give it a try".
D
And to this very day, we've been livin' our way.
G N.C.
And here is the reason why.
[Chorus 3]
N.C. G
We blew up our T.V. Threw away our paper.
D G
Went to the country, built us a home.
G
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches.
D G C G
They all found Jesus, on their own.
D G C