Brantley Gilbert - My babys guns and roses

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^BmYou got your hair down, ^AI got this top back. ^GKissin' on my neck, ^GGirl, you gotta stop that.

^BmDo you want that fast lane? ^AOr do you want that back seat? ^GGirl, you gotta pick one. ^GYou can't expect me Bm A G (pause) To keep my hands to myself.

She ain't into ^Gwine ^Dand dining. She's s^Ahooting whiskey singing ^Bmsweet child of mine, man. ^GRiding^D 95 sitting' shot gun pretty, ^ATurning this town ^Bminto paradise city. Runnin' ^Gwide a^Dss open. Just as ^Afast as this thi^Bmng goes, boy, Give me some^G more. D A (pause) She's my little rock star, man she knows it. My baby's Guns N' Ro^Bmses. ^{A G}

^BmShe's got a wild side, ^ABet trouble's in her blood. ^GThinks I'm an outlaw, ^GThat's double trouble son.

^BmShe likes to rock hard, ^AShe likes to kiss soft. ^GHot as a barrel on a ^G12 gauge sawed off. Bm A G (pause) Ain't hard to please, long as you got speed.

She ain't into ^Gwine ^Dand dining. She's s^Ahooting whiskey singing ^Bmsweet child of mine, man. ^GRiding^D 95 sitting' shot gun pretty, ^ATurning this town ^Bminto paradise city. Runnin' ^Gwide a^Dss open. Just as ^Afast as this thi^Bmng goes, boy, Give me some^G more. She's my ^Dlittle rock star, man she ^Aknows it. My baby's Guns N' R^Goses ^{D A} Yeah My baby's Guns N' R^Goses ^{D A} Yeah

Yeah, ^EmShe's dancin' with the devil, ^GIn the cold November Rain. ^EmWhen she's Knocking On Heaven's Door, son, ^GYou can bet God'll call her name.

She ain't into ^Gwine ^Dand dining. She's s^Ahooting whiskey singing ^Bmsweet child of mine, man. ^GRiding^D 95 sitting' shot gun pretty, ^ATurning this town ^Bminto paradise city. Runnin' ^Gwide a^Dss open. Just as ^Afast as this thi^Bmng goes, boy, Give me some^G more. She's my ^Dlittle rock star, man she ^Aknows it. My baby's Guns N' R^Goses ^{D A} Yeah My baby's Guns N' R^Goses ^{D A} Yeah