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
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
Feelin' like I'm
coming apart at the seams
But thank you Jack Daniel's
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 deep
Thank you Jack Daniel's
Old Number Seven
Tennessee whiskey got me
drinking in Heaven
I know I can't stay
here too long
'Cause I can't go a week
without doin' wrong
Without doin' wrong
Without doin' wrong
Without doin' wrong
Drinkin' in Heaven
So I'm sitting
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
And I'm swimming
in the liquor
only halfway 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 oh
Thank you Jack Daniel's
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 Daniel's
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
To the fiery deeps
To the fiery deeps
To the fiery deeps