Highway to Hell: Special Feature: Lyrics to the Songs of "Hell's Belle"
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Back In Black - AC/DC
Back in black, I hit the sack
I been too long I'm glad to be back
Yes, I'm let loose from the noose
That's kept me hangin' about
I keep lookin' at the sky 'cause it's gettin' me high
Forget the hearse. 'cause I'll never die
I got nine lives cat's eyes
A busin' every one of them and running wild
Cause I'm back, yes I'm back well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back well, I'm back, back
Well, back in black yes, I'm back in black
Back in the back of a Cadillac
Number one with a bullet, I'm a power pack
Yes, I give a bang with the gang
They gotta catch me if they want me to hang
Coz I'm back on the track and I'm beatin' the flak
Nobody' gonna get me on another rap
Don't look at me now, I'm just makin' my bed
Don't try to push your luck, just get out of my way
Cause I'm back, yes I'm back, well, I'm back
Yes, I'm back well, I'm back, back
Well I'm back in black, yes I'm back in black
Well I'm back, yes I'm back
Well I'm back, yes I'm back
Well, I'm back, back
Well I'm back in black, yes I'm back in black
Well I'm back, back in black
Yes I'm back in black
Out of the sack!
The Devil Went Down to Georgia - The Charlie Daniel’s Band
The devil went down to Georgia, he was looking for a soul to steal
He was in a bind 'cause he was way behind and he was willin' to make a deal.
When he came across this young man sawing on a fiddle and playing it hot
And the devil jumped up on a hickory stump and said, "Boy let me tell ya what.
"I guess you didn't know it, but I'm a fiddle player, too
"And if you'd care to take a dare, I'll make a bet with you.
"Now you play pretty good fiddle boy, but give the devil his due,
I'll bet a fiddle of gold against your soul 'cause I think I'm better than you."
The boy said, "My names Johnny, and it might be a sin,
"But I'll take your bet - your gonna regret
'cause i'm the best that's ever been!"
Johnny rosin up your bow an' play your fiddle hard
'Cause hell's broke loose in Georgia an' the devil deals the cards.
And if you win you'll get this shiny fiddle made of gold,
But if you lose the devil gets your soul!
The devil opened up his case, and he said "I'll start this show,"
And fire flew from his finger tips as he rosined up his bow.
And he pulled the bow across the strings and it made an evil hiss,
Then a band of demons joined in and it sounded something like this:
When the devil finished Johnny said,
"Well, you're pretty good ol' son,
"But set right in that chair right there
And let me show you how it's done!"
Fire On The Mountain,
Run Boys Run!
Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun,
The Chicken in the Bread Pan Peckin' Out Dough,
Granny Does Your Dog Bite, No Child, No!
The devil bowed his head, 'cause he knew that he'd been beat,
And he laid that golden fiddle on the ground at Johnny's feet
Johnny said, "Devil just come on back if you ever want to try again,
"I done told you once you son of a bitch
I'm the best there's ever been!
And he played
Fire On The Mountain, Run Boys Run!
Devil's in the House of the Rising Sun, The
Chicken in the Bread Pan Picken Out Dough,
Granny Will Your Dog Bite, No Child, No!
Good Little Girls - Blue County
She’s a momma's baby
She’s her daddy's pride and joy
They've kept her under eyes
She ain’t been hangin’ out
With any ugly actin’ boy
Hardly ever been kissed
Twenty years of innocence
Just what I’m lookin’ for
I wanna be the man whose a
Holdin’ her hand when she can’t hold it back anymore
Good little girls make some mighty wild women
Been saving it up since the very beginning
When They fall in love they wanna take it to the limit
Good little girls, make some mighty wild women
well she’s never been to Vegas
Or danced in a honky tonk
No trail of broken hearts
Although she looks the part
That ain’t the kind of life she wants
She’s waiting for a gold ring
Before she tries her way
That’s what I’m waiting for
I wanna be the man whose a
Holding her hand when she can’t hold it back no more
Good little girls make some mighty wild women
Been saving it up since the very beginning
When They fall in love they wanna take it to the limit
Good little girls, make some mighty wild women
Good little girls make some mighty wild women
Been saving it up since the very beginning
When They fall in love they wanna take it to the limit
Good little girls make some mighty wild women
Been saving it up since the very beginning
When They fall in love they wanna take it to the limit
Good little girls make some mighty wild women
Good little girls make some mighty wild women
Good little girls
Honky Tonk Badonkadonk - Trace Adkins
Turn it up son
Alright boys, this is her favorite song, you know that, right?
So if we play it good and loud she might get up and dance again
Aw she's puttin' her beer down Here she comes, here she comes
Left, left, left-right-left
Hustlers shootin' eight ball
Throwin' darts at the walls
Feeling damn near 10 feet tall
Here she comes Lord help us all
Old TW's girlfriend done slapped him out his chair
Poor old boy it ain't his fault it's so hard not to stare at that
Honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm make you wanna swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooo wee shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to be a law, get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy how'd she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk, aw son
Now honey you can't blame her for what her mama gave her
It ain't right to hate her for working that moneymaker
Band shuts down at two but we're hanging out 'til three
We hate to see her go but love to watch her leave with that
Honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm make you wanna swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooo wee shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to be a law, get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy how'd she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk, aw son
Oh that's what I'm talkin' 'bout right there
We don't care about the drinkin', barely listen to band
Our hands they start to shakin' when she gets the urge to dance
Drivin' everybody crazy you think you fell in love
Boys you better keep your distance, you can look but you can't touch
Honky tonk badonkadonk
Keepin' perfect rhythm make you wanna swing along
Got it goin' on like Donkey Kong
And ooo wee shut my mouth, slap your grandma
There ought to be a law, get the sheriff on the phone
Lord have mercy how'd she even get them britches on
With that honky tonk badonkadonk, aw son
That honky tonk badonkadonk
That's it right there boys
That's why we do what we do
It ain't for the money, it ain't for the glory
It ain't for the free whiskey
It's for the badonkadonk
Hells Bells - AC/DC
I'm a rolling thunder, a pouring rain
I'm comin' on like a hurricane
My lightning's flashing across the sky
You're only young but you're gonna die
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's putting up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you
Hell's Bells
Yeah, Hell's Bells
You got me ringing Hell's Bells
My temperature's high, Hell's Bells
I'll give you black sensations up and down your spine
If you're into evil you're a friend of mine
See my white light flashing as I split the night
'Cause if good's on the left, then I'm stickin' to the right
I won't take no prisoners, won't spare no lives
Nobody's puttin' up a fight
I got my bell, I'm gonna take you to hell
I'm gonna get you, Satan get you
Hell's Bells
Yeah, Hell's Bells
You got me ringing Hell's Bells
My temperature's high, Hell's Bells
yeow
Hell's Bells, Satan's comin' to you
Hell's Bells, he's ringing them now
Hell's Bells, the temperature's high
Hell's Bells, across the sky
Hell's Bells, they're takin' you down
Hell's Bells, they're draggin' you around
Hell's Bells, gonna split the night
Hell's Bells, there's no way to fight, yeah
Ow, ow, ow, ow
Hell's Bells
Lightning Crashes - Live
Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
Her placenta falls to the floor
The angel opens her eyes
The confusion sets in
Before the doctor can even close the door
Lightning crashes, an old mother dies
Her intentions fall to the floor
The angel closes her eyes
The confusion that was hers,
Belongs now, to the baby down the hall
Oh now feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it
Lightning crashes, a new mother cries
This moment she's been waiting for
The angel opens her eyes
Pale blue colored iris, presents the circle
And puts the glory out to hide, hide
Oh now feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it
I can feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it
I can feel it comin' back again
Like a rollin' thunder chasing the wind
Forces pullin' from the center of the earth again
I can feel it
I can feel it
I can feel it
Collide - Howie Day
The dawn is breaking
A light shining through
You're barely waking
And I'm tangled up in you
Yeah
I'm open, you're closed
Where I follow, you'll go
I worry I won't see your face
Light up again
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills my mind
I somehow find
You and I collide
I'm quiet you know
You make a first impression
I've found I'm scared to know I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the stars refuse to shine
Out of the back you fall in time
I somehow find
You and I collide
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
Out of the doubt that fills your mind
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
You finally find
You and I collide
Highway to Hell - AC/DC
Livin' easy, lovin' free
Season ticket on a one-way ride
Asking nothing, leave me be
Taking everything in my stride
Don't need reason, don't need rhyme
Ain't nothing I would rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are gonna be there too
I'm on the highway to hell
No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody's gonna slow me down
Like a wheel, gonna spin it
Nobody's gonna mess me round
Hey Satan, paid my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Momma, look at me
I'm on my way to the promised land
I'm on the highway to hell
(Don't stop me)
And I'm going down, all the way down
I'm on the highway to hell
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