All of the Track Pack songs for Rock Band

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

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

She gave me the Queen
She gave me the King
She was wheelin’ and dealin’
Just doin’ her thing
She was holdin’ a pair
But I had to try
Her Deuce was wild
But my Ace was high
But how was I to know
That she’d been dealt with before
Said she’d never had a Full House
But I should have known
From the tattoo on her left leg
And the garter on her right
She’d have the card to bring me down
If she played it right

She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
She’s got the Jack

Poker face was her name
Poker face was her nature
Poker straight was her game
If she knew she could get you
She play’d ‘em fast
And she play’d ‘em hard
She could close her eyes
And feel every card
But how was I to know
That she’d been shuffled before
Said she’d never had a Royal Flush
But I should have known
That all the cards were comin’
From the bottom of the pack
And if I’d known what she was dealin’ out
I’d have dealt it back

She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack, And who knows what else?
She’s got the Jack, yeah, yeah
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack, Ooh, was a bad deal, Jack
She gave me the Jack hey
She’s got the Jack, She’s got the Jack, She’s got the Jack
Ooh, can’t ya tell?
She’s got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
She’s got the Jack, She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack, She’s got the Jack
You Never know! She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack, She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack, and it hurts!
She’s got the Jack
She’s got the Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack, Jack
She’s got the Jack
AAAAAAAAAAAAH!
Oooooh!

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Living easy, living 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 that I’d rather do
Going down, party time
My friends are going to be there too

I’m on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I’m on the highway to hell

No stop signs, speed limit
Nobody’s going to slow me down
Like a wheel, going to spin it
Nobody’s going to mess me around
Hey Satan, paying my dues
Playing in a rocking band
Hey Mamma, look at me
I’m on my way to the promised land

I’m on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I’m on the highway to hell
Highway to hell

Don’t stop me!

I’m on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell
I’m on the highway to hell
On the highway to hell

I’m on the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I’m on the highway to hell

And I’m going down all the way

We’re on the highway to hell

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

You ask me ’bout the clothes I wear
And you ask me why I grow my hair
And you ask me why I’m in a band
I dig doin’ one night stands
You wanna see me do my thing
All you gotta do is plug me into high

I said high
High voltage rock ‘n’ roll

You ask me why I like to dance
And you ask me why I like to sing
And you ask me why I like to play
I got to get my kicks some way
You ask me what I’m all about
Come and let me hear you shout high

I said high
High voltage rock ‘n’ roll

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

There was a friend of mine on murder
And the judge’s gavel fell
Jury found him guilty
Gave him sixteen years in hell
He said “I ain’t spending my life here
I ain’t living alone
Ain’t breaking no rocks on the chain gang
I’m breakin’ out and headin’ home

I’m gonna make a jailbreak
And I’m lookin’ towards the sky
I’m gonna make a jailbreak
Oh, how I wish that I could fly

All in the name of liberty
All in the name of liberty
Got to be free

Jailbreak
Let me out of here
Jailbreak
Sixteen years
Jailbreak
Had more than I can take
Jailbreak
Yeah…

He said he’d seen his lady being fooled with
By another man
She was down and he was up
He had a gun in his hand
Bullets started flying everywhere
People started to scream
Big man lying on the ground
With a hole in his body
Where his life had been
But it was -

All in the name of liberty
All in the name of liberty
I got to be free

Jailbreak
Jailbreak
I got to break out
Out of here

Heartbeats
They were racin’
Freedom
He was chasin’
Spotlights
Sirens
Rifles firing
But he made it out
With a bullet in his back

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi, oi

See me ride out of the sunset
On your colour TV screen
Out for all that I can get
If you know what I mean
Women to the left of me
And women to the right
Ain’t got no gun
Ain’t got no knife
But don’t you start no fight

CHORUS:
‘Cause I’m T.N.T. I’m dynamite
T.N.T. and I’ll win the fight
T.N.T. I’m a power load
T.N.T. watch me explode

I’m dirty, mean and mighty unclean
I’m a wanted man
Public enemy number one
Understand
So lock up your daughter
Lock up your wife
Lock up your back door
And run for your life
The man is back in town
Don’t you mess me ’round

CHORUS
T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi
T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi
T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi
T.N.T. Oi, oi, oi
T.N.T. Oi
I’m dynamite (oi, oi)
T.N.T. Oi,
And I’ll win the fight,
T.N.T.
I’m a power load
T.N.T.
Watch me explode!

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

I’m 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

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 sticking to the right

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
Oh, Hell’s Bells, you got me ringing
Hell’s Bells, my temperature’s high
Hell’s Bells

Yeow!

Hell’s Bells, Satan’s coming to you
Hell’s Bells, he’s ringing them now
Those Hell’s Bells, the temperature’s high
Hell’s Bells, across the sky

Hell’s Bells, they’re taking you down
Hell’s Bells, they’re dragging you under
Hell’s Bells, gonna split the night
Hell’s Bells, there’s nowhere to hide, yeah

Ow, ow, ow, ow
Hell’s Bells

Bass

Overview

AC/DC

Live

Classic Rock

DIFFICULTY
BAND
GUITAR
DRUM
VOCALS
BASS

Guitar

Drums

Vocals

Lyrics

Back in black I hit the sack
I’ve been too long, I’m glad to be back
Yes, I’m, let loose from the noose
That’s kept me hanging about

I’ve been looking at the sky ’cause it’s getting me high
Forget the hearse ’cause I never die
I got nine lives, cat’s eyes
Abusing 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
I am 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’m in a bang with a gang
They’ve got to catch me if they want me to hang

‘Cause I’m back on the track and I’m beating the flack
Nobody’s gonna get me on another rap
So look at me now, I’m just making my play
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, oh

Oh yeah
Oh yeah
Yes I am
Oh yeah, yeah
Oh yeah
Back in now

Well, I’m back (I’m back)
Back (I’m back)
Back (I’m back)
Back (I’m back)
Back (I’m back)
Back (I’m back)
Back in black
Yes, I’m back in black
Out of the sight

Bass