Verse
I remember I was 8 years old with a plate take waitin’ on the radio
Come on man I wanna hear the stones
I wanna play ’em back on repeat
Yeah I remember the first of many long nights
With a girl named Winnie
She took me down with the paradise city
And a G gram pair of key
Man I believe
Chorus
Still something ’bout a guitar cranked up
Head bangin’ to the beat of a base drum
Still something ’bout a sold out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something ’bout reachin’ a cold beer
When the lights fire up and the crowd cheers
From lots of stones to avery roads
We drive to sweet homes
Still something ‘ bout rock and roll
Still something ‘ bout rock and roll
Verse
I like it best with the solo screen
And wake up next day with my ear still ringin’
It’s a whole lot more than a feeling
More than a feeling
Chorus
Still something ’bout a guitar cranked up
Head bangin’ to the beat of a base drum
Still something ’bout a sold out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something ’bout reachin’ a cold beer
When the lights fire up and the crowd cheers
From lots of stones to avery roads
We drive to sweet homes
Still something ‘ bout rock and roll
Bridge
Keep on workin’ me baby
Keep on workin’ me baby
Keep on workin’
Keep on workin’
Keep on workin’ me baby
Keep on workin’ me baby
Keep on workin’ me baby
Keep on workin’
Keep on workin’
Keep on workin’ me baby
Chorus
Still something ’bout a guitar cranked up
Head bangin’ to the beat of a base drum
Still something ’bout a sold out show
In the second row with your girl on your shoulders
Still something ’bout reachin’ a cold beer
When the lights fire up and the crowd cheers
From lots of stones to avery roads
We drive to sweet homes
Still something ‘ bout rock and roll
Still something ‘ bout rock and roll
