Devil Makes Three
Old number seven
THIS SONG HAS KIND OF a SHUFFLE RYTHM TO IT,LIKE 1,2 1,2
INTRO:BmF#EF#
(Bm)                                                
I guess I grew up on a older road
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a pedal to the medal I always did what I's told     E                                  
until I found out that my brand new clothes came
F
second hand from the ritch kids next door when I
Bm
grew up fast I guess i grew up mean theres a
F#
thousand things inside my head I wish I aint seen
E
and now I just wanderd through a real bad dream 
F#
feelin like im comin apart at the seems aw
(Bm)
thank u jack daniels old number seven
(F#)                                           
tenessee wisky got me drinkin in heaven and ah
E
angels start to look good to me there gona
F#
have to deport me to the fiery deeps aw
Bm
thank you jack daniels old number seven
(F#)                                                                          
Tennessee whiskey got me drinkin in heaven and I 
E
know I cant stay here to long cuz I(F#)                                               
cant go a week with out doin wrong
Bm           F#
without doin wrong
F#           E
without doin wrong
E          F#
without doin wrong
Break:(Bm) (F#) (E) (F#) 
(Bm)                                                 
so im sittin as the bar stool starts growin roots
F#
Im feelin like an old worn out pair of shoes aw
E
tell me what it is that I should do when im a
F#
swimming in the liquer only half way though im
Bm
watchin as his wings spread as wide as can be ah
(F#)                                       
come on now and wrap them around me cause
E
all I want to do now is fall asleep
(F#)
come down here and lay next to me aw
(Bm)                                    
thank you jack daniels old number seven
F#
tenessee whiskey got me drinkin in heaven an a
(E)                                            
up here the bottle never runs dry and you
Fm
never wake up with those tears in your eyes
(Bm)                                    
thank you jack daniels old number seven
F#
Tennessee whiskey got me drinkin in heaven an ah
E
angels start to look good to me their gonna
F#
have to deport me to the fiery deep
Bm           F#
to the fiery deep
F#           E
to the fiery deep
E            Fm
to the fiery deeps