Old Number 7 - The Devil Makes Three
Bm - A#m - Bm - F# - E7 - F#
1.
Bm
Bm I guess I grew up on an old dirt road
F#
Pedal to the metal, always did what I's told
E7
'Til I found out that my brand new clothes
F#
Came second hand from the rich kids next door
2.
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 wandered through a real bad dream
Feelin' like I'm comin' apart at the seams
Ref1
Bm
Well, thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
F#
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,
E7
E7 Angels start to look good to me
F#
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep
Ref2
Bm
Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
F#
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,
E7
E7 I know I can't stay here too long
F#Bm
'Cause I can't go a week without doin' wrong
Pos1
F#
Without doin' wrong (Old Number Seven)
E7
Without doin' wrong (Drinkin' in heaven)
F#
Without doin' wrong (Old Number Seven)
E7
E7 (Drinkin' in heaven)
Bm - F# - E7 - F#
3.
Bm
So I'm sitting as the bar stool, it starts to grow roots
F#
Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes
E7
Tell me what is it I should do
F#
When I'm swimming in the liquor only half way through
4.
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, awww
Ref3
Bm
Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
F#
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,
E7
E7 Up here the bottle never runs dry
F#
And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes, aww
Ref4
Bm
Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
F#
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven and uh,
E7
Angels start to look good to me
F#Bm
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deeps (Old Number Seven)
Pos2
F#
To the fiery deeps (Drinkin' in heaven)
E7
To the fiery deeps (Old Number Seven)
F#
To the fiery deeps (Drinkin' in heaven)
Bm - F# - E7 - F#
Bm - F# - E7 - F#
