Artisto: | Devil Makes Three (English) |
Uzanto: | FLYGUY200195051 |
Daŭro: | 140 sekundoj |
Komenca paŭzo: | 10 sekundoj |
Tononoma sistemo: | Ne definita |
Sakra: | |
Komentoj pri tabulaturo: | - |
Old Number Seven
By The Devil Makes Three
Capo 2 Chords: (relative to capo) Am….E7….Dm(F bass[T])….E7…back to Am that’s it throughout the whole song. OR: no capo and play Bm…F#...E…F#7…back to Bm
Bm F# E F#7 back to Bm
(Throughout)
I guess I grew up on an old dirt road. Pedal to the metal never did what I was told.
Until I found out that my brand new clothes came second hand from the rich kids next door.
I guess 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 wonder through a real bad dream. Oh I feel like I’m comin’ apart at the seams.
Well thank you Jack Daniels, Old # 7. Tennessee whiskey’s got me drinkin’ in heaven
And the angels start to look good to me. They’re goin’ to have to deport me to the fiery deeps.
Oh thank you Jack Daniels, Old # 7. Tennessee whiskey’s got me drinkin’ in heaven.
And now I know I can’t stay here too long, ‘cause I can’t go a week without doin’ wrong.
Without doin’ wrong…..without doin’ wrong…..without doin’ wrong.
Solo
So I’m sittin’ at a bar stool it’s startin’ to grow roots, I feelin’ like an old worn out pair of shoes.
Oh tell me what is it that I should do? When I’m swimming’ in the liquor only half way through.
I’m watching as his wingspread as wide as could be. Oh come on now and wrap them around me.
‘Cause all I want to do now is fall asleep, come down here and lay next to me.
Oh thank you Jack Daniels, Old # 7. Tennessee whiskey’s got me drinkin’ in heaven
Up here the bottle never runs dry, and you never wake up with those tears in your eyes.
Oh thank you Jack Daniels, Old # 7. Tennessee whiskey’s got me drinkin’ in heaven
And the angels start to look good to me. They’re goin’ to have to deport me to the fiery deeps.
To the fiery deeps….to the fiery deeps….to the fiery deeps…
Solo - out