"Blow At High Dough" lyrics

They shot a movie once
In my home town
Everybody was in it
From miles around
Out at the speedway
Some kind of Elvis thing
Well I ain't no movie star
But I can get behind anything

Yeah, I can get behind anything

Get it out, get it all out
Yeah, stretch that thing
Make it last, make it last
At least till the supper bell rings
Taxi driver liked his rhythm
He never liked the stops
Throes of passion, throes of passion
Something just threw him off

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

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

Well, sometimes the faster it gets
The less you need to know
But you got to remember the smarter it gets
The further it's going to go
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
Blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough
When you blow at high dough

They shot a movie once
They shot a movie once
They shot a movie once
In our town

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