2 acessos
G 320003 G/B x20003 C x32010 C/G 3x2010 D xx0232 D/A x00232 G6/D xx0000 [Intro] G G6/D G G6/D G G6/D G [Verse 1] G6/D G C She was a level headed dancer on the road to alcohol. D7 G And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal. G Well she pressed her chest against me, C About the time the jukebox broke. D7 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. D7 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. D7 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. D7 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". D7 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.