She was sitting at a four-top with a few of her friends

Working off the work week, couple drinks in

When that jukebox dime finally hit "Paradise City"

She was screaming every word like it was '87, hm

She caught me looking and laughing, singing along too

She just smiled and spun across the room

Made a beeline for the dance floor, pulling me by the hand

Tellin' anyone who'd listen, "This is my favorite band"

Sayin', "Oh-whoa-whoa, 'Sweet Child O' Mine' is alright

But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?"

Oh-whoa-whoa, 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 keeping that patio open

Yeah, I could keep going, thank God

Thank God and guns and roses

She told me her daddy wore out that two-side tape

That '81 Bronco, it seen its better days

But it made it 200 miles, we got a couple seats

Knock, knock, knockin' on heaven's door in the nosebleeds

Hm, screamin' like it was '87

Hm, that's when she said

"Oh-whoa-whoa, 'Sweet Child O' Mine' is alright

But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?"

Oh-whoa-whoa, 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 keeping that patio open

Yeah, I could keep going, thank God

Thank God and guns and roses

"Oh-whoa-whoa, 'Sweet Child O' Mine' is alright

But have you heard 'Don't Cry'?"

Oh-whoa-whoa, 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 keeping that patio open

Yeah, I could keep going, thank God

Thank God and guns and roses