King Hobo - Good Stuff

I stick my nose out and smell the winds of change
Running hotfoot across the coastal range
Holy city, sure looks pretty
I'm getting down to the real nitty gritty

Somewhere down the line
Everything will be just fine

High flying eagle, inhale the morning air
Headin' way out west, no time to spare
Holy roller, in the blessed land
A pot of gold just waiting to be had

Somewhere down the line
Everything will be just fine
Dance into divinity
Let the good stuff come to me

Written by:
Jean-Paul Gaster, Per Wiberg, Thomas Andersson

Publisher:
Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.

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