My Baby s Guns N Roses Lyrics

by Brantley Gilbert

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

Do you want that fast lane?
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', now
Ridin 95 sittin' 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's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses

She's got a wild side
That troubles in her blood
Thinks I'm an outlaw
That's double trouble son

She likes to rock hard
She likes to kiss soft
Hot as a barrel on a 12 gauge sawed off
Ain't hard to please, long as you got speed

She ain't into wine and dinin'
She's shooting whiskey singing 'Sweet Child of Mine', now
Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty
Turnin' this town in Paradise City
Runnin' wild and solo
Just as fast as thing goes, boy
Give me some more
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses, my baby's Guns N' Roses

Ya she's dancin' with the devil
In the cold November rain
When she's knockin' on heavens door, son
You bet God'll call her name

She ain't into wine and dinin'
She's shooting whiskey singing 'Sweet Child of Mine', man
Ridin' 95 sittin' shot gun pretty
Turnin' this town in Paradise City
Runnin' wild and solo
Just as fast as thing goes, boy
Give me some more
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's Guns N' Roses, my baby's Guns N' Roses, my baby's Guns N' Roses, my baby's