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Old Number Seven Karaoke - The Devil Makes Three

To nagranie jest coverem Old Number Seven rozsławionym przez The Devil Makes Three

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About

Z wokalem (with or without vocals in the KFN version)

Tempo: variable (around 72 BPM)

Tonacja taka jak orginał: Hm

Czas trwania: 03:29 - Podgląd na stronie: 02:25

Data wydania: 2002
Genres: Blues, Country, Folk, W języku angielskim
Słowa oryginalne: Pete Ciampi Bernhard

Wszystkie dostępne do pobrania pliki to backing tracks, a nie oryginalne utwory.

Tekst Old Number Seven

I guess I grew up on an old dirt road
Pedal to the metal
Always did what I was told
'Till 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
And now I just wander through a real bad dream
Oh feelin' like I'm comin' apart at the seams
But thank you Jack Daniel's
Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven
And uh angels start to look good to me
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep
Oh, thank you Jack Daniel's
Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven
And uh
I know I can't stay here too long 'cos I can't go a week without doin' wrong
Without doin' wrong
Without doin' wrong
Without doin' wrong
So I'm sittin' as the bar stool it starts to grow roots
Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes
Oh, tell me what is it that I should do when I'm swimmin' in the liquor only half way through
So I'm watchin' as his wings spread as wide as could be
Oh come on now and wrap them around me
'Cos all I wanna do now is fall to sleep
Oh come down here and lay next to me
Oh, thank you Jack Daniel's
Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven
And uh up here the bottle never runs dry
And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes no
Thank you Jack Daniel's
Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven
And uh angels start to look good to me
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deeps
To the fiery deeps
To the fiery deeps
To the fiery deeps

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