Karaoké Old Number Seven The Devil Makes Three

I guess I grew up on an old dirt road

Pedal to the metal

Always did what I was told

'Till 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

Oh feelin' like I'm comin' apart at the seams

But thank you Jack Daniel's

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

Oh, thank you Jack Daniel's

Old Number Seven

Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven

And uh

I know I can't stay here too long 'cos I can't go a week without doin' wrong

Without doin' wrong

Without doin' wrong

Without doin' wrong

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

Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes

Oh, tell me what is it that I should do when I'm swimmin' in the liquor only half way through

So I'm watchin' as his wings spread as wide as could be

Oh come on now and wrap them around me

'Cos all I wanna do now is fall to sleep

Oh come down here and lay next to me

Oh, thank you Jack Daniel's

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 no

Thank you Jack Daniel's

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

To the fiery deeps

To the fiery deeps

To the fiery deeps