Brantley Gilbert - My babys guns and roses

^DmYou got your hair down. ^CI got this top back. ^BbKissin' on my neck. ^BbGirl, you gotta stop that.

^DmDo you want that fast lane? ^COr do you want that back seat? ^BbGirl, you gotta pick one. ^BbYou can't expect me ^DmTo keep my ^Chands to m^Bbyself.

She ain't into^Bb wine and d^Fining. She's shoot^Cing whiskey singing swee^Dmt child of mine, man. ^BbRiding 95 sitting' ^Fshotgun pretty, ^CTurning this town into ^Dmparadise city. Runnin' ^Bbwide ass ^Fopen. Just as^C fast as this thing ^Dmgoes, boy, Give me some^Bb more. She's my little ^Frock star, man she ^Cknows it. My baby's^Dm Guns N' Roses.

^DmShe's got a wild side. ^CBet trouble's in her blood. ^BbThinks I'm an outlaw. ^BbThat's double trouble son.

^DmShe likes to rock hard. ^CShe likes to kiss soft. ^BbHot as a barrel on a 12 gauge sawed off. ^DmAin't hard to ^Cplease, long as you got^Bb speed.

She ain't into^Bb wine and d^Fining. She's shoot^Cing whiskey singing swee^Dmt child of mine, man. ^BbRiding 95 sitting' ^Fshotgun pretty, ^CTurning this town into ^Dmparadise city. Runnin' ^Bbwide ass ^Fopen. Just as^C fast as this thing ^Dmgoes, boy, Give me some^Bb more. She's my little ^Frock star, man she ^Cknows it. My baby's^Dm Guns N' Roses.

Yeah, She's ^Dmdancin' with the devil, In the c^Bbold November Rain. When she's K^Fnocking On Heaven's Door, son, You can ^Cbet God'll call her name.

She ain't into^Bb wine and d^Fining. She's shoot^Cing whiskey singing swee^Dmt child of mine, man. ^BbRiding 95 sitting' ^Fshotgun pretty, ^CTurning this town into ^Dmparadise city. Runnin' ^Bbwide ass ^Fopen. Just as^C fast as this thing ^Dmgoes, boy, Give me some^Bb more. She's my little ^Frock star, man she ^Cknows it. My baby's^Dm Guns N' Roses.