Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Old Number Seven, artist - The Devil Makes Three. Date of issue: 31.10.2002
Song language: English
Old Number Seven |
| 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) |