| | Blow at High Dough Lyrics Artist(Band):Tragically Hip
Everybody was in it, from miles around Out at the speedway, some kinda indies thing Well I ain't no movie star But I can get behind anything Yea I can get behind anything Get it out, get it all out Yea stretch that thing Make it last, make it all last At least until the supper bell rings Well the taxi driver likes his rhythm Never likes the stops Throes of passion, throes of passion When something just threw him off Chorus Sometimes the faster it gets The less you need to know But you gotta remember, The smarter it gets The further it's gonna 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, no 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 Chorus Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing Well I can't catch her, but I can get behind anything Yea I can get behind anything Well I can get behind anything Chorus Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing If you find some error in Blow at High Dough Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Thanks to stephen for submitting the lyrics. Review the song Blow at High Dough The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Tragically Hip" Music | |
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