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
King Hobo - Good Stuff Lyrics
King Hobo - Good Stuff Lyrics
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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
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
Writer: Jean-Paul Gaster, Per Wiberg, Thomas Andersson
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Copyright: Lyrics © BMG Rights Management, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.