Am
I guess I grew up on an old dirt road
E7
Pedal to the metal, always did what I was told
Dm
Till I found out that my brand new clothes
E7
Came second hand from the rich kids next door
Am
When I grew up fast, I guess I grew up mean
E7
There's a thousand things inside my head I wish I ain't seen
Dm
And now I just wander through a real bad dream
E7
Feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seams
Am
Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
E7
Tennessee whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Dm
Angels start to look good to me
E7
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep
Am
Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
E7
Tennessee whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Dm
I know I can't stay here too long
E7
Cause I can't go a week without doin' wrong Am
E7
Without doin' wrong Old Number Seven
Dm
Without doin' wrong drinkin' in heaven
E7
Without doin' wrong Drinkin' in heaven
Am
So I'm sitting at the bar stool it starts to grow roots
E7
I'm feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes
Dm
Tell me what is it that I should do
E7
And I'm swimming in the liquor only half way through
Am
So I'm watching as his wings spread as wide as could be
E7
Come on now and wrap them around me
Dm
Cause all I want to do now is fall to sleep
E7
Come down here and lay next to me
Am
Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
