Am 
I guess I grew up on an old dirt road
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Pedal to the metal, always did what I was told
 Dm 
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
 E7 
Tennessee whiskey got me drinking in heaven
 Dm 
Angels start to look good to me
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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
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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 
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Without doin' wrong Drinkin' in heaven 
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So I'm sitting at the bar stool it starts to grow roots
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I'm feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes
 Dm 
Tell me what is it that I should do
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And 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
 Dm 
Cause all I want to do now is fall to sleep
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Come down here and lay next to me
 Am 
Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
 E7 
Tennessee whiskey got me drinking in heaven
 Dm 
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
 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 deeps  Old Number Seven   Am 
                       E7 
To the fiery deeps  drinkin' in heaven 
 Dm 
To the fiery deeps  Old Number Seven 
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To the fiery deeps  drinkin' in heaven