Karaoké GOD & GUNS N' ROSES Tyler Braden

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 eighty-seven

Hmm

She caught me lookin' and laughin'

Singin' along too

She just smiled and spun across the room

Made a B-line for the dancefloor pullin' me by the hand

Tellin' anyone who'd listen

This is my favorite band

Sayin' Oh woah

Sweet Child of Mine's alright but have you heard Don't Cry

Woah ooh woah

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 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 eighty-one Bronco had seen its 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

Hmm screamin' like it was eighty-seven

Hmm that's when she said

Oh woah

Sweet Child of Mine's alright but have you heard Don't Cry

Woah ooh woah

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 keepin' that patio open

Yeah I could keep goin'

Thank God

Thank God and Guns N' Roses

Oh woah

Sweet Child of Mine's alright but have you heard Don't Cry

Woah ooh woah

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 keepin' that patio open

Yeah I could keep goin'

Thank God

Thank God and Guns N' Roses