| Opening Line | Song |
| Back in black, I hit the sack | |
| There was a friend of mine on murder | |
| I was caught, in the middle of a railroad track | |
| Ridin' on the highway, goin' to a show | |
| If your havin' trouble with your high school head | |
| Tailored suits, chauffered cars, fine hotels, and big cigars | |
| I'm a rollin' thunder, pourin' rain | |
| | Opening Line | Song |
| There's fighting on the left and marching on the right | |
| Wanna tell you a story 'bout a woman I know | |
| In the beginning back in nineteen fifty-five | |
| Livin' easy, lovin' free, season ticket on a one-way ride | |
| All you women who want a man of the street | |
| She was a fast machine she kept her motor clean, she was the best damn woman that I ever seen | |
| See me ride out of the sunset on your colour t.v. screen | |
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