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๐Ÿ‘ค John Prine โ€ข ๐ŸŽผ The Singing Mailman Delivers โ€ข โฑ๏ธ 2:58
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โฑ๏ธ 2:58 duration
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๐Ÿ“œ Lyrics

She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
Well, she pressed her chest against me
About the time the juke box broke
Yeah, 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 an' find Jesus on your own

Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
Well, she danced around the bar room
And she did the hoochy-coo
Yeah, she sang her song all night long
Tellin' 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 an' find Jesus on your own

Well, I was young and hungry
And about to leave that place
When just as I was leavin'
Well 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 very day we've been livin' our way
Here is the reason why

We blew up our TV, threw away our paper
Went to the country, built us a home
Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
They all found Jesus on their own

โฑ๏ธ Synced Lyrics

[00:07.59] She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
[00:12.26] And I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal
[00:17.86] Well, she pressed her chest against me
[00:20.64] About the time the juke box broke
[00:22.51] Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck
[00:25.37] And these are the words she spoke
[00:27.21] Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
[00:32.82] Go to the country, build you a home
[00:38.54] Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
[00:43.24] Try an' find Jesus on your own
[00:50.71] Well, I sat there at the table and I acted real naive
[00:55.45] For I knew that topless lady had something up her sleeve
[01:01.08] Well, she danced around the bar room
[01:03.83] And she did the hoochy-coo
[01:05.76] Yeah, she sang her song all night long
[01:08.56] Tellin' me what to do
[01:10.49] Blow up your TV, throw away your paper
[01:15.12] Go to the country, build you a home
[01:20.76] Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches
[01:26.37] Try an' find Jesus on your own
[01:34.85] Well, I was young and hungry
[01:37.66] And about to leave that place
[01:40.40] When just as I was leavin'
[01:43.27] Well she looked me in the face
[01:46.03] I said, "You must know the answer"
[01:48.90] She said, "No but I'll give it a try"
[01:50.87] And to this very day we've been livin' our way
[01:53.65] Here is the reason why
[01:56.42] We blew up our TV, threw away our paper
[02:01.10] Went to the country, built us a home
[02:06.75] Had a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches
[02:12.42] They all found Jesus on their own
[02:19.07]

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