Lyrics Good Stuff - 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
Dance into divinity
Let the good stuff come to me
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
Holy city
Gettin' down to the real nitty-gritty
Blessed land
A pot of gold just waitin' to be had
Somewhere down the line
Everything will be just fine
Dance into divinity
Let the good stuff come to me
Somewhere down the line
Everything will be just fine
Dance into divinity
Let the good stuff come to me