Blow At High Dough Lyrics

They shot a movie once in my home town
Every body was in it from miles around
Out at the speedway some kinda Elvis thing
Well I ain't no movie star but I can get behind anything

Get it out get it all out
Yeah stretch that thing
Make it last make it all last
At least until the supper bell rings
Well the taxi driver like his rhythm never like the stops
Throes of passion throes of passion
When something just threw him off

Sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you gotta remember
The smarter it gets the further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough

Whoa baby I feel fine
I'm pretty sure it's genuine
It makes no sense how it makes no sense
But I'll take it free any time
Whoever fits her usually gets her
It was the strangest thing
How she moved so fast , moved so fast
Into that wedding ring

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Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing
Well I can't catch her , but I can get behind anything
Well I can get behind anything

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Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing