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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
I grew up fast I guess I grew up mean
A thousand things inside my head I wish I ain't seen
Now I just wondered through a real bad dream
Watching it all coming apart at the seems
Thank you, Jack Daniel's Old Number 7
It's Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
And I, I know I can't stay here too long
Can't go a week without doin' wrong
Thank you, Jack Daniel's Old Number 7
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
And I, 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
Sitting as the bar stool it starts to grow roots
Feelin' like an old worn out a pair of shoes
Tell me what is it I should do
When I'm swimming in the liquor only halfway through
I watch 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 7
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
And I, 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 7
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
And I, 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)