Good Stuff - King Hobo

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