Letras
Ooh-ooh
Oh-whoa, whoa
Yeah-ah-ah-ah-ah
I remember I was eight years old
With a black tape waitin' by the radio
Come on, man, play Back in Black
I wanna play it back on repeat
I remember Panama City
Long nights with the girl named Christy
She took me down to the Paradise City then up on Cripple Creek
There's still something 'bout a guitar cranked up
Head banging to the beat of the bass drum
Still something 'bout a sold-out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something 'bout raising a cold beer
When the lights go down and the crowd cheers
From Delta Soul to Abbey Road
Sweet child to sweet home
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
I saw Journey in the big Colosseum
No dancing, no lip-syncing
I tell you this, don't fight the feeling
And don't stop believing
There's still something 'bout a guitar cranked up
Foot stomping to the beat of the bass drum
Still something 'bout a sold-out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something 'bout raising a cold beer
When the lights go down and the crowd cheers
From Delta Soul to Abbey Road
Sweet child to sweet home
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll (rock 'n' roll)
Still something 'bout rock 'n' roll, rock 'n' roll (oh, oh)
Keep on rocking me, baby
Keep on rocking me, baby
Keep on rocking, keep on rocking
Keep on rocking me, babe
Keep on rocking me, baby
Keep on rocking me, baby
Keep on rocking, keep on rocking me, baby
Still something 'bout a guitar cranked up
Head banging to the beat of the bass drum
Still something 'bout a sold-out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something 'bout raising a cold beer