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 '87 hm
She caught me lookin' and
laughin' singin' along too
She just smiled and
spun across the room
Made a beeline for the
dance floor
Pullin' me by the hand
Tellin' anyone who'd listen
This is my favorite band
Sayin' oh wo wo
Sweet Child O' Mine's alright
But have you heard
Don't Cry
Oh wo wo
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 barkeeper 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
And that '81 Bronco had
seen its better days
But it made it
two hundred miles
And we got a couple seats
Knock knock
Knockin' on Heaven's Door
in the nose-bleeds
Hm
Screamin' like it was '87
Hm
That's when she said
Oh wo wo
Sweet Child O' Mine's alright
But have you heard
Don't Cry
Oh wo wo
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 barkeeper for
keepin' that patio open
Yeah I could keep goin'
Thank God
Thank God
And Guns N' Roses
Oh wo wo
Sweet Child O' Mine's alright
But have you heard
Don't Cry
Oh wo wo
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 barkeeper for
keepin' that patio open
Yeah I could keep goin'
Thank God
Thank God
And Guns N' Roses
