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inthisworld
[Chords]G 320003
G/B x20003
C x32010
C/G 3x2010
D xx0232
D/A x00232
G6/D xx0000
[Intro]G G6/D G G6/DG G6/D G
[Estrofa]G6/D G CShe was a level headed dancer on the road to alcohol.D7 GAnd I was just a soldier on my way to Montreal.GWell she pressed her chest against me,CAbout the time the jukebox broke.D7Yeah, she gave me a peck on the back of the neck,GAnd these are the words she spoke.[Estribillo]GBlow up your T.V.. Throw away your paper.D GGo to the country. Build you a home.GPlant a little garden. Eat a lotta peaches.D GTry an find Jesus, on your own.[Estrofa]G CWell, I sat there at the table, and I acted real naive.D7 GFor I knew that topless lady, had something up her sleeve.G CWell, 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.[Estribillo]N.C. GBlow up your T.V. Throw away your paper.D GGo to the country. Build you a home.GPlant a little garden. Eat a lot of peaches.D GTry an' find Jesus, on your own.[Solo]D G D GC G D G
[Estrofa]G CWell, I was young and hungry, and about to leave that place.D7 GWhen just as I was leavin', well she looked me in the face.G CI said "You must know the answer". She said "No but I'll give it a try".D7And to this very day, we've been livin' our way.G N.C.And here is the reason why.[Estribillo]N.C. GWe blew up our T.V. Threw away our paper.D GWent to the country, built us a home.GHad a lot of children, fed 'em on peaches.D G C GThey all found Jesus, on their own.[Outro]D G C G