Old Number Seven - The Devil Makes Three

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

And 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-feeling like I'm coming apart at the seams

Well thank you Jack Daniel's old number seven

Tennessean whiskey got me drinking in heaven

An'a angels start to look good to me

They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deeps

Thank you Jack Daniel's old number seven

Tennessean whiskey got me drinking in heaven

An'a I know I can't stay here too long

'Cause I can't go a week without doing wrong

Old number seven

Without doing wrong

I'm drinking in heaven

Without doing wrong

Old number seven

Without doing wrong

I'm drinking in heaven

So I'm sitting as the bar stool it starts to grow roots

I'm feeling like an old worn out pair of shoes

Tell me what is it that I should do

When I'm a-swimming in the liquor only halfway through

So I'm watching 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

Tennessean 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

Tennessean whiskey got me drinking in heaven

An'a angels start to look good to me

They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deeps

Old number seven

To the fiery deeps I'm drinking in heaven

To the fiery deeps old number seven

To the fiery deeps I'm drinking in heaven