All of the Guitar Tier 4 Rock Band songs

Overview

Thin Lizzy

Still Dangerous – Live At the Tower Theatre Philadelphia 1977

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Guess who just got back today
Them wild eyed boys, that’d been away
Haven’t changed, that much to say
But man I still think them cats are crazy

They were asking if you were around
How you was, where you could be found
Told them you were living downtown
Driving all the old men crazy

The Boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)
(I Said) The boys are back in town
The boys are back in town
The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)
The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)

You know that chick who used to dance a lot?
Every night she’d be on the floor, shakin’ what she’s got
Man when I tell you she was cool she was redhot
I mean she was steamin’

And that time over at Johnny’s place
When this chic got up and she slapped Johnny’s face
Man we just fell about the place
If that chic don’t wanna know forget ‘er

The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)
(I said) The boys are back in town
The boys are back in town
The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)
The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)

Spread the word around
Guess who’s back in town

Just spread the word around

Friday night they’ll be dressed to kill
Down at Dino’s bar and grill
The drinks will flow and blood would spill
And if the boys wanna fight you better let ‘em

That jukebox in the corner blasting out my favourite song
The nights are getting warmer it won’t be long
Wont be long till the summer comes
Now that the boys are here again

The boys are back in town (the boys are back in town)
The boys are back in town (the boys are back in town)
The boys are back in town (the boys are back in town)
(Spread the word around)
The boys are back in town (The boys are back in town)
(The boys are back, the boys are back)

The boys are back in town again

They’re hanging out at Dino’s

The boys are back in town again

Bass

Overview

Thin Lizzy

Still Dangerous – Live At the Tower Theatre Philadelphia 1977

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in this town
See me and the boys we don’t like it
So were getting up and going down

Hiding low looking right to left
If you see us coming I think it’s best
To move away do you hear what I say
From under my breath

Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
So don’t you be around

Don’t you be around

Tonight there’s gonna be trouble
Some of us won’t survive
See the boys and me mean business
Bustin’ out dead or alive

I can hear the hound dogs on my trail
All hell breaks loose, alarm and sirens wail
Like the game if you lose
Go to jail

Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
So don’t you be around

Tonight there’s gonna trouble
I’m gonna find myself in
Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
So woman stay with a friend

You know it’s safer

Breakout!

Tonight there’s gonna be a breakout
Into the city zones
Don’t you dare to try and stop us
No one could for long

Searchlight on my trail
Tonight’s the night all systems fail
Hey you good lookin’ female
Come here!

Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
Somewhere in the town
Tonight there’s gonna be a jailbreak
So don’t you be around

Tonight there’s gonna be trouble
I’m gonna find myself in
Tonight there’s gonna be trouble
So woman stay with a friend

Bass

Overview

Thin Lizzy

Still Dangerous – Live At the Tower Theatre Philadelphia 1977

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail
A starry night, a campfire light
The coyote call, the howling winds wail
So I ride out to the old sundown

I am just a cowboy lonesome on the trail
Lord, I’m just thinking about a certain female
The nights we spent together riding on the range
Looking back it seems so strange

Roll me over and turn me around
Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground
Roll me over and let me go
Running free with the buffalo

I was took in Texas I did not know her name
Lord, all these southern girls seem the same
Down below the border in a town in Mexico
I got my job busting broncs for the rodeo

Roll me over and turn me around
Let me keep spinning till I hit the ground
Roll me over and let me go
Riding in the rodeo

Roll me over and set me free
The cowboy’s life is the life for me

Bass

Overview

Rob Zombies

Punisher: War Zone

Nu Metal

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Yeah
One quick move, exploding flesh and brain
Splintering bone pierce a bleeding heart
Suddenly flares burn into you eyes
Bullet meet skull meet the end of your life
Yeah

In the war zone
I stand alone
In the war zone
I die alone

Yeah
Spider crack mirror on a jigsaw face
Bloody knuckles roam on a muzzle flash
Another day in hell and Jesus saves
The skull will punish all that will survive

In the war zone
I stand alone
In the war zone
I die alone

You can’t see me
You can’t stop me
You can’t kill me

You can’t see me
You can’t stop me
You can’t kill me

In the war zone
I stand alone
In the war zone
I die alone

You can’t see me
You can’t stop me
You can’t kill me

You can’t see me
You can’t stop me
You can’t kill me

Bass

Overview

Brooks & Dunn

Hillbilly Deluxe

Country

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Hey, up in the backwoods, down in the holler,
Old boys feelin’ like a dog on a collar,
Keepin’ that chain pulled tight,
Waitin’ on Saturday night.

Put on the smell-good, put on Skynard,
Head into to town like a NASCAR winner.
Cruisin’ back an’ forth to the Tasty-Freeze.
Everywhere you look, all you see…

Is hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-up trucks.
Big timin’ in a small town.
Stirrin’ it up right about sundown.
Black denim an’ chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
A country girl cuddled up…
Hillbilly deluxe.

Yeah, couple cute sweet things drivin’ a fastback.
Shoot ‘em a cool smile hopin’ that they smile back.
“Hey, Baby, what’s you name?”
Burn a little rubber when the red lights change.

Here come the blue lights, here come Barney.
Hide all the beer, y’all, let’s move the party.
Gotta go, but that’s all right…
Do it all again next Friday night.

Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-’em-up trucks.
Big timin’ in a small town.
Stirrin’ it up right about sundown.
Black denim an’ chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
Country girl cuddled up…
Hillbilly deluxe.

Hillbilly deluxe, slick pick-’em-up trucks.
Big timin’ in a small town.
Stirrin’ it up right about sundown.
Black denim an’ chrome to the bone with a little home grown.
Country girl cuddled up…
Hillbilly deluxe.
Hillbilly deluxe.
Hillbilly deluxe.

Bass

Overview

Miranda Lambert

Crazy Ex-Girlfriend

Country

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

County road 233… under my feet
Nothin’ on this white rock, but little ol’ me
I’ve got two miles till… he makes bail
And if I’m right, we’re headed straight for hell

I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
He wants a fight well now he’s got one
And he ain’t seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don’t that sound like a real man?
I’m going to show him what a little girls made of:
Gunpowder and lead!

It’s a half past ten… another six pack in
And I can feel the rumble like a cold black wind
He pulls in the drive… the gravel flies
But he don’t know what’s waiting here this time

I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
He wants a fight well now he’s got one
And he ain’t seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don’t that sound like a real man?
I’m going to show him what a little girls made of:
Gunpowder and lead!

His fist is big, but my gun’s bigger
He’ll find out when I pull the trigger!

I’m goin’ home, gonna load my shotgun
Wait by the door and light a cigarette
He wants a fight well now he’s got one
And he ain’t seen me crazy yet
He slapped my face and he shook me like a rag doll
Don’t that sound like a real man?
I’m going to show him what a little girls made of:
Gunpowder and lead, yeah, yeah!

Gunpowder and lead!

Bass

Overview

No Doubt

The Singles 1992-2003

Pop Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I’m like a beggar with no luck
I’m holding signs up
On your streetcorner stops
Like most you try not to see me
You stare straight ahead
Ignore the responsibility
Excuse me… excuse me Mr.
I’ve been waiting in line
And I’d like to buy some of your time
I’m very anxious, eager, willing,
What’s your billing?

So please excuse me Mr.
You’ve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So don’t confuse me Mr.
I’ve known you too long
All I need is a little of your time

For most love comes for free
They don’t pay the high cost
Of mental custody
I’ll pay bail for a guarantee
Make space for me
In the time yet to be
Excuse me… (excuse me Mr.)
I’ve been waiting in line
And I’d like to buy time
Some of your time
I’ve been saving up my life,
What’s your price?

So please excuse me Mr.
You’ve got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So don’t confuse me Mr.
I’ve known you too way long
All I need is a little of your time

What should I do
I’m about to crack
And there’s a force
That comes over me
It’s almost as if I’m tied to the tracks
And I’m waiting for him
To rescue me
The funny thing is
He’s not going to come
He’s not going to find me
This is a matter of fact
The desire you lack
This is the way I guess it has to be…
A little of your time
I need a little of your time
Please, a little of your time

So please excuse me Mr.
You got things all wrong
You make it feel like a crime
So don’t confuse me Mr.
I’ve known you way too long
All I need is a little of your time

I’m in line to buy time
I’m in line to buy time
I’m in line too
I’m in line too
Excuse me
I’ve been waiting in line
Excuse me
Excuse me Mr.

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

We roll tonight
To the guitar bite
Yeah, yeah, oh

Stand up and be counted 1-2-3
For what you are about to receive
We are the dealers
We’ll give you everything you need
Hail hail to the good times
‘Cause rock has got the right of way
We ain’t no legend, ain’t no cause
We’re just livin’ for today

For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you

We rock at dawn on the front line
Like a bolt right out of the blue
The sky’s alight with the guitar bite
Heads will roll and rock tonight

For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Yes we do
For those about to rock, we salute you

Oooh, we salute!
Oooh, ooooh yeah

We’re just a battery for hire with a guitar fire
Ready and aimed at you
Pick up your balls and load up your cannon
For a twenty-one gun salute

For those about to rock – fire
We salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
Those about to rock – fire
We salute you
Fire
We salute you
We salute you
Come on, whooa
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you
For those about to rock, we salute you

Shoot, shoot
Shoot, shoot

For those of you, for those who rock
Yeah
(Ain’t gonna get tired, won’t take a break, we salute you.)

We salute you
We salute you
We salute you

Fire

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Wild beast, I’ll make you mine
Taste your kiss, sweet lips devine
She got moves, drips of sweat
She got eyes of blue, body curves
And legs that’ll break your nerves

Fire – when she’s going down
Fire – then she make you drown
Fire – then she blow you round

Yeah, You want some fun
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns

That lady bites, hard style
Drips of sex, eyes are wild
She got moves, long long legs
She got eyes of blue, body curves
Legs that’ll shake the earth

Fire – when she’s going down
Fire – then she make you drown
Fire – then she blow you round

Yeah, you want some fun
You gotta fire your guns
fire your guns
you gotta fire your guns
fire your guns
(yeah, yeow!)
Yeah
Fire – when she’s going down
Fire – then she make you drown
Fire – then she blow you round

yeah, you want some fun
Gotta fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns
Fire your guns

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Wan’ tell you a story ’bout a woman I know.
Ah, come to lovin’, she steals the show.
She ain’t exactly pretty, ain’t exactly small.
Forty-two, thirty-nine, fifty-six, you could say she got it all.

Never had a woman, never had a woman like you.
Doin’ all the things, doin’ all the things you do.
Ain’t no famous story, ain’t no skin and bones.
But you give it all you got, weighin’ in at nineteen stone.

You’re a whole lot of woman, whole lot of woman.

Whole lotta Rosie!
Whole lotta Rosie!
Whole lotta Rosie!
And you’re a whole lotta woman!

Oh, honey you can do it, do it to me all night long.
Only wanna turn, only wanna turn me on.
All through the nighttime, and right around the clock.
Woo, to my surprise, Rosie never stops.

You’re a whole lot of woman, whole lot of woman.

Whole lotta Rosie!
Whole lotta Rosie!
Whole lotta Rosie!
And you’re a whole lotta woman!

Bass