Good For You
Chartreuse and chandeliers
Fancy that, seeing you out here
Let's get to going soon
'Cause the distant sound is upstairs, loud and booming
Yeah, we better get moving
Heartbreak Hotel
White lies and fare thee wells
I know my blinds are down
And it's getting dark now, but somehow we're all smiling
Beats the hell out of crying
Goodbye, old Kentucky
Don't fly where you can't be found
Here's to all that money
You can't take to the underground
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
Race on the stereo
Had a drink and an episode
They're in the starting gate
Here they come, a hundred to one in the fast lane
Everybody knows that he breaks late
Goodbye, old Kentucky
Don't fly where you can't be found
Here's to all that money
You can't take to the underground
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
Southbound Seattle Slew
It don't matter what you do
You want a whole lot and that's okay, too
But if you want nothing at all, well then good for you
Hallelujah
More power to you
Goodbye, old Kentucky
Don't fly where you can't be found
Here's to all that money
You can't take to the underground
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
Fancy that, seeing you out here
Let's get to going soon
'Cause the distant sound is upstairs, loud and booming
Yeah, we better get moving
Heartbreak Hotel
White lies and fare thee wells
I know my blinds are down
And it's getting dark now, but somehow we're all smiling
Beats the hell out of crying
Goodbye, old Kentucky
Don't fly where you can't be found
Here's to all that money
You can't take to the underground
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
Race on the stereo
Had a drink and an episode
They're in the starting gate
Here they come, a hundred to one in the fast lane
Everybody knows that he breaks late
Goodbye, old Kentucky
Don't fly where you can't be found
Here's to all that money
You can't take to the underground
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
Southbound Seattle Slew
It don't matter what you do
You want a whole lot and that's okay, too
But if you want nothing at all, well then good for you
Hallelujah
More power to you
Goodbye, old Kentucky
Don't fly where you can't be found
Here's to all that money
You can't take to the underground
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
What a night, what a night, what a night
What a night, babe
Credits
Writer(s): Matthew Glen Myers, William Zachary Appleby, Shane Alan Cody
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