Jack Daniels Old No. 7

A woman wrings her hands and cries

I've lost my man

You should've seen him

Tote that diesel 'cross the land

Now you'll find him

Up on Lynchburg, Tennessee

Collecting bottles

In his old dungarees

And the Silver Dollar Saloon

We're gonna break him of it soon

Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey

Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey

He used to be so frisky

Bogie Bogart

He cried, 'Laureen, let's sail the sea'

Honey, when I'm dyin'

Have another drink of that stuff for me

But now ya find him

On Lynchburg all the time

But they keep him waiting

At the end of the line

At that old honky tonk people prayed

My God, look at all the parts he played

I'm talkin' about it

Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey

Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey

He used to be so frisky

And now you'll find him

Up on Lynchburg, Tennessee

Collectin' bottles

In his old, old dungarees

At the honky tonk, he prayed

Think of all the parts old Bogart played

I'm talkin' about it

Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey

Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey

He used to be frisky