Still Somethin' (Bonus)

Yeah, I remember I was 8 years old  

 With a blank tape waiting on the radio 

 Come on, man, I wanna hear the stones 

 I wanna play it back on repeat

 Yeah, I remember the first of many 

 Long nights with a girl named Brittany 

 She took me down to the paradise city

 In my Jeep Grand Cherokee

 Man, I believe

  

 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 fire up and the crowd cheers 

 From muscle shoals to Abbey Road

 Sweet child to sweet home

 Still something ‘bout rock n roll 

 Still something ‘bout rock n roll

  

 I like it best when the solo’s screaming 

 Wake up next day with my ears still ringing 

 It’s a whole lot more than a feeling

 More than a feeling

  

 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 fire up and the crowd cheers 

 From muscle shoals to Abbey Road

 Sweet child to sweet home

 Still something ‘bout rock n roll 

 Still something ‘bout rock n roll

  

 Keep on rockin’ me, baby 

 Keep on rockin’ me, baby

 Keep on rockin’, keep on rockin’

 Keep on rockin’ me, baby 

 Keep on rockin’ me, baby

 Keep on rockin’, keep on rockin’

 Keep on rockin’ me, baby 

  

 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 fire up and the crowd cheers 

 From muscle shoals to Abbey Road

 Sweet child to sweet home

 Still something ‘bout rock n roll 

 Still something ‘bout rock n roll