Lyrics 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
'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)