Blow At High Dough

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

[CHORUS]

Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing