Old Number Seven - Devil Makes Three

Hm - Bm - Hm

Em7

I guess I grew up on an old dirt road

Pedal to the metal always did what I’s told

Em7

'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

Em7

And now I just wandered through a real bad dream

Feelin' like I'm comin' apart at the seams

Ref1

Well, thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven

Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,

Em7

Angels start to look good to me

They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep

Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven

Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,

Em7

I know I can't stay here for too long

F#Hm

'Cause I can't go a week without doin' wrong

Without doin' wrong…

Hm - F# - Em7 - F#

So I'm sitting as the bar stool, it starts to grow roots

Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes

Em7

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

Em7

'Cause all I want to do now is fall to sleep

Come down here and lay next to me

Ref2

Well, thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven

Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,

Em7

Up here the bottle never runs dry

And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes, aww

Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven

Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,

Em7

I know I can't stay here for too long

F#Hm

'Cause I can't go a week without doin' wrong (Old Number Seven)

Without doin' wrong… (Drinkin' in heaven)

Without doin' wrong… (Old Number Seven)

Without doin' wrong… (Drinkin' in heaven)

Hm - F# - Em7 - F#