Cooper McBean - Old Number Seven lyrics

I guess I grew up on an old dirt road A'pedal to the metal always did what I's told 'Til I found out that my brand new clothes A'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 A'feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seams Well thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven An'a, 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 drinkin' in heaven An'a I know I can't stay here too long 'Cause I can't go a week without doin' wrong (Old Number Seven) Without doin' wrong (Drinkin' in heaven) Without doin' wrong (Old Number Seven) Without doin' wrong (Drinkin' in heaven) So I'm sittin' 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 When I'm a'swimmin' in the liquor only half way through So I'm watchin' as his wings spread as wide as could be A'come on now and wrap them around me 'Cause all I want to do now is fall to sleep A'come down here and lay next to me Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven An'a 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 drinkin' in heaven An'a angels start to look good to me They're gonna have to deport me To the fiery deep (Old Number Seven) To the fiery deep (Drinkin' in heaven) To the fiery deep (Old Number Seven) To the fiery deep (Drinkin' in heaven)