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I guess I grew up on an old dirt road |
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Pedal to the metal always did what I was told |
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'Till I found out that my brand new clothes |
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Came second hand from the rich kids next door |
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When I grew up fast I guess I grew up mean |
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There's a thousand things inside my head I wish I ain't seen |
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And now I just wander through a real bad dream |
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Feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seams |
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Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven |
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Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven |
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Angels start to look good to me |
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They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep |
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Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven |
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Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven |
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I know I can't stay here too long |
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'Cause I can't go a week without 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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(Drinkin' in heaven) |
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So I'm sitting as the bar stool it starts to grow roots |
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Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes |
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Tell me what is it that I should do |
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When I'm swimming in the liquor only half way through |
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So I'm watching as his wings spread as wide as could be |
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Come on now and wrap them around me |
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'Cause all I want to do now is fall to sleep |
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Come down here and lay next to me |
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Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven |
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Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven |
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Up here the bottle never runs dry |
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And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes |
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Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven |
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Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven |
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Angels start to look good to me |
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They're gonna have to deport me |
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To the fiery deep (Old Number Seven) |
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To the fiery deep (Drinkin' in heaven) |
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To the fiery deep (Old Number Seven) |
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To the fiery deep (Drinkin' in heaven) |
