She was a level-headed dancer on the way to Saginaw
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
Well, she pressed her cheek 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 and build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches
Try and find Jesus, on your own

I sat there at the table and I acted real naïve
Cause I knew that topless lady, she had something up her sleeve
She danced around the room awhile and she did the hoochy cooch
And sing a song all night long, telling me what to do

Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
Go to the country and build you a home
Plant a little garden, eat a lotta peaches
Try and find Jesus, on your own

But I was young 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 living 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 them on peaches
They all found Jesus, on their own