Old Number 7

Afinação: E A D G B ECapotraste: 2nd traste 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 E7 Tennessee whiskey got me drinking in heaven Dm Up here the bottle never runs dry E7 And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes 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 deeps Old Number Seven Am E7 To the fiery deeps drinkin' in heaven Dm To the fiery deeps Old Number Seven E7 To the fiery deeps drinkin' in heaven