Your Final Gig

They pay cash at the counter in the kingdom of stars

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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