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
And 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-feeling like I'm coming apart at the seams

Well thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
An'a, angels start to look good to me
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deeps

Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
An'a I know I can't stay here too long
'Cause I can't go a week without doing wrong
(Old Number Seven)
Without doing wrong
(I'm drinking in heaven)
Without doing wrong
(Old Number Seven)
Without doing wrong
(I'm drinking in heaven)

So I'm sitting as the bar stool, it starts to grow roots
I'm feeling like an old worn out pair of shoes
Tell me what is it that I should do
When I'm a-swimming in the liquor only halfway through
So I'm watching 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 drinking in heaven
An'a 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 (I'm drinking in heaven)
To the fiery deeps (Old Number Seven)
To the fiery deeps (I'm drinking in heaven)