I guess I grew up on an old dirt road
Pedal to the metal always did what I’s 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 wandered through a real bad dream
Feelin' like I'm comin' apart at the seams
Well, thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,
Angels start to look good to me
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep
Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,
I know I can't stay here to long
'Cause I can't go a week with out 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
Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes
Tell me what is it 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 awww
Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,
Up here the bottle never runs dry
And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes aww
Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,
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)
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