My Baby s Guns N Roses Lyrics

by Brantley Gilbert

You got your hair down
I got this top back
Kissing on my neck
Girl you gotta stop that

Do you want that fast lane
Or do you want that back seat
Girl you gotta pick one
You cant expect me
To keep my hands to myself

She ain't into Wine and Dinin'
She's shooting whiskey singing sweet child of mine
Ridin' 95 sitting shot gun pretty
Turning this town into paradise city
Runnin' wild and solo
Just as fast as thing goes
Boy give me some more
She my little rock star man she knows it
My baby's guns and roses

Shes got a wild side
The trouble's in her blood
Thinks Im an outlaw
That's double trouble son
She likes to rock hard
She likes to kiss soft
Hot as a barrel on a a 12 gauge shotgun
Ain't hard to please as long as you've got speed

She ain't into Wine and Dinin'
She's shooting whiskey singing sweet child of mine man
Ridin' 95 sitting shot gun pretty
Turning this town into paradise city
Runnin' wild and solo
Just as fast as thing goes
Boy give me some more
She my little rock star man she knows it
My baby's guns and roses
My baby's guns and roses

Yeah shes dancin' with the devil
In the cold November rain
But when shes knockin' on heavens door son
You can bet God will call her name

She ain't into Wine and Dinin'
She's shooting whiskey singing sweet child of mine man
Ridin' 95 sitting shot gun pretty
Turning this town in paradise city
Runnin' wild and solo
Just as fast as thing goes
Boy give me some more
She my little rock star man she knows it
My baby's guns and roses
My baby's guns and roses
My baby's guns and roses
My baby's guns and roses