Текст песни John Denver - Blow Up Your TV
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She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcoholI was just a soldier on my way to Montreal Well, she pressed her chest against me About the time the jukebox brokeShe give me a peck on the back of the neckAnd these are the words she spokeBlow Up Your TV, throw away your paperGo to the country, build you a homePlant a little garden, eat a lot of peachesTry and find Jesus on your ownI sat there at the table and I acted real naiveCause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeveShe danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy coochYea sing a song all night long tellin` me what to doBlow Up Your TV, throw away your paperGo to the country, build you a homePlant a little garden, eat a lot of peachesTry and find Jesus on your ownBut I was young and hungry and about to leave that placeJust 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 wayHere is the reason whyWe blew up the TV, threw away the paperWent to the country, built us a homeHad a lotta children, fed `em on peachesThey all found Jesus on their own