Old Number Seven by Devil Makes Three
Key: BmBm | Capo: 0fr |  Left-Handed 

    


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I guess I grew up on a older road
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a pedal to the medal I always did what I's told     E                                  
until I found out that my brand new clothes came
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second hand from the ritch kids next door when I
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grew up fast I guess i grew up mean theres a
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thousand things inside my head I wish I aint seen
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and now I just wanderd through a real bad dream 
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feelin like im comin apart at the seems aw
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thank u jack daniels old number seven
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tenessee wisky got me drinkin in heaven and ah
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angels start to look good to me there gona
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have to deport me to the fiery deeps aw
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thank you jack daniels old number seven
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Tennessee whiskey got me drinkin in heaven and I 
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know I cant stay here to long cuz I F#                                                
cant go a week with out doin wrong
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without doin wrong
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without doin wrong
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without doin wrong
 
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so im sittin as the bar stool starts growin roots
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Im feelin like an old worn out pair of shoes aw
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tell me what it is that I should do when im a
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swimming in the liquer only half way though im
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watchin as his wings spread as wide as can be ah
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come on now and wrap them around me cause
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all I want to do now is fall asleep
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come down here and lay next to me aw
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thank you jack daniels old number seven
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tenessee whiskey got me drinkin in heaven an a
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up here the bottle never runs dry and you
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never wake up with those tears in your eyes
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thank you jack daniels old number seven
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Tennessee whiskey got me drinkin in heaven an ah
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angels start to look good to me their gonna
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have to deport me to the fiery deep
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to the fiery deep
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to the fiery deep
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to the fiery deeps