Lyrics




Well he's shrouded in fog
As he walks through the grounds
Of the County of Richmond
With a fiercest of hounds
His mouth is headed Gargoyle sound
The strangest of pastimes
Yeah he feeds on your fears
He writes you long letters
So you burn at the ears
And the hell fire coffee is a life meant for fear
Wicked sneers
He stares at the bottle
And you'd swear he was falling in love
But he grips at the neck
Then a twist of his white velvet glove
Spring him, Jack
His heart is in rumour
He's the meanest of foes
He's ten paces behind you wherever you go
A demon in daylight watching close
Oh no
Woah, Jack Daniels
He stares at the bottle
And you'd swear he was falling in love
But he grips at the neck
Then a twist of his white velvet glove
No, no I can't take no more of his kind of life
C-c-call him Jack Daniels
And he'll cut you with a thrust of his knife
Bye-bye
Bye-bye



Writer(s): Paul Roland


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