The Devil Makes Three - Old Number Seven Lyrics
I guess I grew up on an old dirt roadPedal to the metal always did what I was toldTill I found out that my brand new clothesCame second hand from the rich kids next doorWell, I grew up fast, I guess I grew up meanThere's a thousand things inside my head I wish I ain't seenAnd now I just wandered through a real bad dreamFeelin' like I'm coming apart at the seamsThank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven,Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heavenAngels start to look good to meThey're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deepThank you Jack Daniels Old Number SevenTennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heavenI know I can't stay here too longCause I can't go a week with out doin' wrongWithout doing wrongWithout doing wrongWithout doing wrongSo I'm sitting as the bar stool it starts to grow rootsFeelin' like an old worn out pair of shoesTell me what is it I should doWhen I'm swimming in the liquor only half way throughSo I'm watching as his wings spread as wide as could beCome on now and wrap them around meCause all I want to do now is fall to sleepCome down here and lay next to meThank you Jack Daniels Old Number SevenTennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heavenUp here the bottle never runs dryAnd you never wake up with those tears in your eyesThank you Jack Daniels Old Number SevenTennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heavenAngels start to look good to meThey'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)
