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I guess I grew up on an old dirt road
A'pedal to the metal always did what I's told
'Til I found out that my brand new clothes
A'came second hand from the rich kids next door
When I grew up fast I guess I grew up mean
There's a thousand things inside my head I wish I ain't seen
And now I just wander through a real bad dream
A'feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seams
Well thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven
An'a, 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 drinkin' in heaven
An'a I know I can't stay here too long
'Cause I can't go a week without doin' wrong
(Old Number Seven)
Without doin' wrong
(Drinkin' in heaven)
Without doin' wrong
(Old Number Seven)
Without doin' wrong
(Drinkin' in heaven)
So I'm sittin' as the bar stool it starts to grow roots
I'm feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes
Tell me what is it that I should do
When I'm a'swimmin' in the liquor only half way through
So I'm watchin' as his wings spread as wide as could be
A'come on now and wrap them around me
'Cause all I want to do now is fall to sleep
A'come down here and lay next to me
Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
An'a 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 drinkin' in heaven
An'a 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)
