My Baby’s Guns N’ Roses Lyrics

Brantley Gilbert

You got your hair down, it got this right back
Kissing on my neck, girl you gotta stop that
You want that fast line
Or you want that back seat,
Girl you gotta pick one you can't expect me
To keep my hands to myself

She ain't in the wine and dinning
She shut the whiskey singing sweet child mine
Riding ninety five sitting shutting pretty
Turning this town into paradise sity
Run wide as open just as fast as this things goes
Boy give me some more,
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's gun n' roses

She's got a wile side
The troubles in her blood
Thinks I'm outlow, that's double problem son
She likes to rock hard, she like sto kiss soft
Hot as a barrel on a twenty cage set on
Ain't hard to please long as you gotta speed

She ain't in the wine and dinning
She shut the whiskey singing sweet child mine
Riding ninety five sitting shutting pretty
Turning this town into paradise sity
Run wide as open just as fast as this things goes
Boy give me some more,
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's gun n' roses
My baby's gun n' roses

Yes she's dancing with the devil
In the cold November rain
But when she's knocking on heaven's doors
I can bet god will call her name

She ain't in the wine and dinning
She shut the whiskey singing sweet child mine
Riding ninety five sitting shutting pretty
Turning this town into paradise sity
Run wide as open just as fast as this things goes
Boy give me some more,
She's my little rock star, man she knows it
My baby's gun n' roses
My baby's gun n' roses
My baby's gun n' roses

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