Kathleen Edwards - I Make the Dough, You Get the Glory Lyrics

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

[Chorus]
You're cool and cred like Fogerty,
I'm Elvis Presley in the 70ths
You're Chateau Neuf,
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

[Chorus]

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 seventies
You're the Concord,
I'm economy
I make the dough,
But you get the glory