Old Number Seven

I guess I grew up on an old dirt road

Pedal to the metal, always did what I was told

'Til I found out that my brand-new clothes

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

Feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seams

But 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 (Old Number Seven)

Without doin' wrong (drinkin' in heaven)

Without doin' wrong (Old Number Seven)

(Drinkin' in heaven)

So I'm sitting 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

And I'm swimming in the liquor only halfway 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 deeps (Old Number Seven)

To the fiery deeps (drinkin' in heaven)

To the fiery deeps (Old Number Seven)

To the fiery deeps (drinkin' in heaven)