They pay cash at the counter in the kingdom of stars
Listen to this story
Started out from nothing you were almost at the top
Hard work and sacrifice and many days unsure
A son would have been proud to know that he was yours
Five or six gigs a night meant you really cared
Too often your fee was paid under the table
Glory's ransom paid sitting at a bar
The man was just, good and wise way beyond his years
With a nonchalant gait and a solitary air
That was your final gig, that was your final act
You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright
So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap
That was your final gig, that was your final act
In his voice a certain sadness, a veil that slurred his words
Everything was right for him ambition of heroes
And we spoke together often and I drank his every words
Never really alone, the blues right under his skin
The antihero star set fair both morning and night
The walls of the city resounding AC/DC
The thrill of many stadiums all voices roared as one
But that grey London morning I fail to understand
That was your final gig, that was your final act
You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright
So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap
That was your final gig, that was your final act
Everything had gone great, we'd laughed the night before
Rain falling on the pavement that day when I awoke
Collar turned against the wind that blew the booze away
Your melodies were strange no covered up with grey
Your eyes misty with sadness, so suddenly you were gone
Doctor Whiskey and his double help you drown
When I'm drinking late at night coming home, broken down
I can't stop myself from thinking and the anger comes around
That was your final gig, that was your final act
You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright
So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap
That was your final gig, that was your final act
I wish that I had been there sitting close to you
From the coma to death, my friend, you'd never have gone right through
I would have kept you warm I know , never have left you there
And I'm angry even now I missed you by so little
I wanted to speak of this guy who died in February
I wanted to speak of Bon Scott, he was my best mate
Listen to this story
Started out from nothing you were almost at the top
Hard work and sacrifice and many days unsure
A son would have been proud to know that he was yours
Five or six gigs a night meant you really cared
Too often your fee was paid under the table
Glory's ransom paid sitting at a bar
The man was just, good and wise way beyond his years
With a nonchalant gait and a solitary air
That was your final gig, that was your final act
You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright
So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap
That was your final gig, that was your final act
In his voice a certain sadness, a veil that slurred his words
Everything was right for him ambition of heroes
And we spoke together often and I drank his every words
Never really alone, the blues right under his skin
The antihero star set fair both morning and night
The walls of the city resounding AC/DC
The thrill of many stadiums all voices roared as one
But that grey London morning I fail to understand
That was your final gig, that was your final act
You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright
So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap
That was your final gig, that was your final act
Everything had gone great, we'd laughed the night before
Rain falling on the pavement that day when I awoke
Collar turned against the wind that blew the booze away
Your melodies were strange no covered up with grey
Your eyes misty with sadness, so suddenly you were gone
Doctor Whiskey and his double help you drown
When I'm drinking late at night coming home, broken down
I can't stop myself from thinking and the anger comes around
That was your final gig, that was your final act
You left when you were smiling drowning your stagefright
So hard to come to terms with it, so violent was the slap
That was your final gig, that was your final act
I wish that I had been there sitting close to you
From the coma to death, my friend, you'd never have gone right through
I would have kept you warm I know , never have left you there
And I'm angry even now I missed you by so little
I wanted to speak of this guy who died in February
I wanted to speak of Bon Scott, he was my best mate