Tyler Braden - GOD & GUNS N' ROSES Lyrics

She was sitting at a four-top with a few of her friends
Working off the work week, a couple drinks in
When that jukebox dime finally hit Paradise City
She was screaming every word like it was '87, ooh

She caught me lookin' and laughing, singing along too
She just smiled and spun across the room
Made a B-line for the dancefloor pulling me by the hand
Telling anyone who'd listen, "This is my favorite band"

Saying, ooh, Sweet Child of Mine's alright, but have you heard Don't Cry?
Whoa, 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 the couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak
Thank the barkeep for keeping 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 it's better days
But it made it two-hundred miles and we got a couple of seats
Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door in the nosebleeds
Ooh, screaming like it was '87
Ooh, that's when she said

Ooh, Sweet Child of Mine's alright, but have you heard Don't Cry?
Whoa, 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 the couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak
Thank the barkeep for keeping that patio open, yeah, I could keep goin'
Thank god, thank god and Guns N' Roses

Ooh, Sweet Child of Mine's alright, but have you heard Don't Cry?
Whoa, 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 the couple Lucky Strikes left for my lucky streak
Thank the barkeep for keeping that patio open, yeah, I could keep goin'
Thank god, thank god and Guns N' Roses