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JOHN DENVER lyrics - "Blow Up Your TV" |
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(Prine) She was a levelheaded 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 gave 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 coo. Yeah, singing a song all night long, telling 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. Well, 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." To this day we've been living our way, here is the reason why. We blew up your TV, threw away your paper, went to the country, build us a home. Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches, they all found Jesus on their own. |
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