Blow the House Down Letra

While the have-nots down the way have none

So I go to the mountains, I go to the river
I pilot machines
People have places
And the places have the people's dreams

Oh! Puff, puff, and blow the house down

There's a song for the robbers
On the other side of windowpanes
A song for the cowboys
Held up in hundred-mile-an-hour trains

And there's one for the lovers, and one for the sinners
That they sing in the pews
Short of distinctions
I'd say we've all grown tired of singing the blues

Oh! Puff, puff, and blow the house down