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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 Letras de cancionesHow she moved so fast , moved 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 Well I can get behind anything [CHORUS] Out at the speedway, same Elvis thing From Letras Mania