歌词
She was a level-headed dancer on the road to alcohol
And I was just a soldier on my way to
MontrealWell, 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
专辑信息
1.Sam Stone
2.Illegal Smile
3.That's the Way That the World Goes 'Round
4.The Great Compromise
5.Angel from Montgomery 4:34 (live)
6.Paradise
7.Linda Goes to Mars
8.Spanish Pipedream
9.Bruised Orange (Chain of Sorrow)
10.All the Best
11.Hello in There
12.Donald and Lydia
13.Yes I Guess They Oughta Name a Drink After You
14.Sweet Revenge
15.Please Don't Bury Me
16.He Was in Heaven Before He Died
17.Speed of the Sound of Loneliness 3:31 (live)