Ridin’ down the highway / Goin’ to a show / Stop in all the byways / Playin’ rock ‘n’ roll
Baixar Mais Tocadas: AC/DC
Hello baby gimme your handCheck out the high spots the lay of the landYou don’t need a rocket or a big limousineCome on over baby and I’ll make you obsceneI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityAll over the city and down to the divesDon’t mess with this place it’ll eat you aliveGot lip smackin’ honey to soak up the jamOn top of the world ma’ ready to slamI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityMovin’ all over like a jumpin’ beanTake a look at that thing in the tight ass jeansComin’ your way now you may be in luckDon’t you fret boy she’s ready to buckI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityI feel safe in New York CityNew York, New York, New YorkI feel safe in a cage in New York City
Tailored suits, chauffeured cars / Fine hotels and big cigars / Up for grabs, up for a price / Where the red hot girls keep on dancing through the night
I’m a rolling thunder, pouring rain / I’m coming on like a hurricane / My lightning’s flashing across the sky / You’re only young, but you’re gonna die
In the beginning / Back in nineteen fifty five / Man didn’t know ‘bout a rock ‘n’ roll show / ‘N all that jive
Hey, yeah / Are you ready? / We made a guitar band / We play across the land
There’s fighting on the left / And marching on the right / Don’t look up in the sky / You’re gonna die of fright
She got girls / Girls all over the world / She got men / Every now and then
She gave me her mind / Then she gave me her body / But it seemed to me / That she gave it to anybody
Whiskey, gin and brandy / With a glass I’m pretty handy / I’m trying to walk a straight line / On sour mash and cheap wine