The following is a true story
Only the names have been
Get ready
You think your kinda tough
You're walkin' kinda rough
When you
Do you wanna boogie?
Do you wanna blow?
She said: I do
Got a taste of a rocking band,
Standing there holding out
Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready
Are you ready
Sweet apple
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Baby please don't go
Back in black
I hit the sack
I'ts been too long I'm
Breaking out, about to shout
Feel the need, for one more
Old man's car, it's Saturday night
Got me a woman and
On the day I was born
The rain fell down
There was
I'm a pistol packin' man
With a gun in my hand
Lookin'
Breakin' balls, bangin' walls
Work hard and tough, and I want
Smilin' face and laughin' eyes
But ya can't keep on tellin'
yeah, yeah
the blood in my veins was runnin' right through
Well I'm ever upper class high society
God's gift to ballroom
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