Trip on through this song with the hammond and electric piano leading the way. Well phrased bassline and vocals take you down the rabit hole.
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Tell me what you've got in your little picnic basket
You may have taken one, or two, or three, or more...
You're crumpled up on the floor
Seems to me you might have picked up one or two bad habits
They charge a pretty penny down that rabit hole
But they took you into the fold
You've fallen into the role
You Got It
You Know You Got It
Oh Yeah
The smell of coffee brewing up a little bit of magic
Conjure up your ashes from the night before
These cigarettes are a bore
It Seems you're going down a road that few have ever traveled
Shake you're keychain, come get what you're waiting for
Looks like you're stuck in the Door
Morrison Hotel is your's
You Got It
One step closer to god
One step closer to being love
One step closer to being loved
Tell me what you've got in your little picnic basket
Seems to me you might have picked up on or two bad habits
The smell of coffee brewing up a little bit of magic
It seems you're going down a road that few have ever traveled.