GOD & GUNS N’ ROSES

She was sittin' at a four-top with a few of her friends

Workin' off the work week, a couple drinks in

When that jukebox dime finally hit "Paradise City"

She was screamin' every word like it was '87, hmm

She caught me lookin' and laughin', singin' along too

She just smiled and spun across the room

Made a bee line for the dance floor, pullin' me by the hand

Tellin' anyone who'd listen, "This is my favorite band"

Sayin', oh-oh-oh, "'Sweet Child O' Mine's alright

But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?"

Oh-oh-oh, she knew every B-side

And I just sat and let her talk all night

Thank the whiskey for the tipsy dance she gave me

Thank a couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak

Thank the barkeeper keepin' that patio open

Yeah, I could keep goin'

Thank God, thank God and Guns N' Roses

She told me her daddy wore out that two-side tape

That '81 Bronco had seen its better days

But it made it two hundred miles and we got a couple seats

Knock, knock, knockin' on Heaven's door in the nosebleeds

Hmm, screamin' like it was '87

Hmm, that's when she said

Oh-oh-oh, "'Sweet Child O' Mine's alright

But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?"

Oh-oh-oh, she knew every B-side

And I just sat and let her talk all night

Thank the whiskey for the tipsy dance she gave me

Thank a couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak

Thank the barkeeper keepin' that patio open

Yeah, I could keep goin'

Thank God, thank God and Guns N' Roses

Oh-oh-oh, "'Sweet Child O' Mine's alright

But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?"

Oh-oh-oh, she knew every B-side

And I just sat and let her talk all night

Thank the whiskey for the tipsy dance she gave me

Thank a couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak

Thank the barkeeper keepin' that patio open

Yeah, I could keep goin'

Thank God, thank God and Guns N' Roses