Old Number Seven

	  		
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I guess I grew up on an old dirt road 
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Pedal to the metal always did what I was told 
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'Till I found out that my brand new clothes 
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Came second hand from the rich kids next door 
Bm 
When I grew up fast I guess I grew up mean 
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There's a thousand things inside my head I wish I ain't seen 
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And now I just wander through a real bad dream 
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Feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seams 

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Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven 
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven 
Angels start to look good to me 
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep 

Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven 
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven 
I know I can't stay here too long 
'Cause I can't go a week without doin' wrong 
Without doin' wrong 
Without doin' wrong 
Without doin' wrong 

(Drinkin' in heaven) 

So I'm sitting as the bar stool it starts to grow roots 
Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes 
Tell me what is it that I should do 
When I'm swimming in the liquor only half way through 
So I'm watching as his wings spread as wide as could be 
Come on now and wrap them around me 
'Cause all I want to do now is fall to sleep 
Come down here and lay next to me 

Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven 
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven 
Up here the bottle never runs dry 
And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes 

Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven 
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven 
Angels start to look good to me 
They're gonna have to deport me 
To the fiery deep (Old Number Seven) 
To the fiery deep (Drinkin' in heaven) 
To the fiery deep (Old Number Seven) 
To the fiery deep (Drinkin' in heaven)