The Devil Makes Three - Old number 7 lyrics

I guess I grew up on an old dirt road Pedal to the metal always did what I was told Till 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 wondered through a real bad dream Feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seems Thank you Jack Daniels 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 firey deep Thank you Jack Daniels Old Number Seven Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven I know I can't stay here to long Cause I can't go a week with out doin' wrong Without doing wrong Without doing wrong Without doing wrong So I'm sitting as the bar stool it starts to grow roots Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes Tell me what is it I should do When I'm swimming in the liquor only half way 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 Daniels 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 Daniels 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)