I Make The Dough, You Get The Glory Lyrics - Asking For Flowers - Kathleen Edwards

Blazing a trail to the Southern cities 

From the streets of our hometown 

Basement bars, we played from the heart 

In the company of our friends 

If I write down these memories 

That I have saved away 

Photographs of the years that have passed 

Inside my little brain 

You're cool and cred like Fogerty 

I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s 

You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label 

You're the buffet, I'm just the table 

I'm a Ford Temple, you're a Maserati 

You're The Great One, I'm Marty McSorley 

You're the Concord, I'm economy 

I make the dough, but you get the glory 

Big fish, small pond and some cover songs 

That we sang along the way 

We used to midnight run to The Vesta Lounge 

Cheese, burgers and chocolate shakes 

And once I got drunk with Jeb 

I told him I was in love with you 

But I love you like a brother 

So I guess that half of it was true 

And you're cool and cred like Fogerty 

I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s 

You're Chateauneuf, I'm Yellow Label 

You're the buffet, I'm just the table 

I'm a Dodge Sparkle, you're a Lamborghini 

You're The Great One, I'm Marty McSorley 

You're the Concord, I'm economy 

I make the dough, but you get the glory 

If I write down these memories 

That I have saved away 

Photographs of the years that have passed 

Inside my little brain 

I'm sure it's been said in the finer print 

You make me look like Janet May 

Heavy rotation on the CBC 

Whatever in hell that really means, yeah 

You're cool and cred like Fogerty 

I'm Elvis Presley in the 70s 

You're the Concord, I'm economy 

I make the dough, but you get the glory 

You get the glory, you get the glory