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Old Number 7

Devil Makes Three

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		Old Number Seven - The Devil Makes Three
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Tabbed by:Hostile Apostle	

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Tuning: Standard

      Bb   Bm   F#   E
e|----1----2----2----0----|
B|----2----3----2----0----|
G|----3----4----3----1----|
D|----3----4----4----2----|
A|----1----2----4----2----|
E|----0----0----2----0----|


Intro: Bm / Bb / Bm / F# / E / F#
       Bm / F# / E / F#

Bm
I guess I grew up on an old dirt road
F# 
Pedal to the metal always did what I was told
E
Till I found out that my brand new clothes
F# 
Came second hand from the rich kids next door
Bm
When I grew up fast, I guess I grew up mean
F#
There's a thousand things inside my head I wish I ain't seen
E
And now I just wondered through a real bad dream
F#
Feelin' like I'm comin' apart at the seems


Bm
Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
F#
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven
E
Angels start to look good to me
F#
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deeps

Bm
Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
F#
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven
E
I know I can't stay here to long
F#                                         Bm   
Cause I can't go a week with out doin' wrong
              F#
Without doin' wrong (Old Number Seven)
              E
Without doin' wrong (Drinking in heaven)
              F#
Without doin' wrong (Old Number Seven)
             
Drinkin' in heaven

Bm / F# / E / F#

So I'm sitting at the bar stool, it starts to grow roots 
Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes
Tell me what is it I should do 
When I'm swimming in the liquor only half way through
So I'm watching as his wings spread as wide as could be
Come on now and wrap them around me
Cause all I want to do now is fall to sleep
Come down here and lay next to me 

Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven
Up here the bottle never runs dry 
And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes

Thank you Jack Daniels, Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinkin' in heaven
Angels start to look good to me
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deeps (Old Number Seven)
To the fiery deeps (Drinkin' in heaven)
To the fiery deeps (Old Number Seven)
To the fiery deeps (Drinkin' in heaven) 

e|------------------------------------|
B|------------------------------------|
G|----3/9-9-9-9-9-9--7-7-7--6--4-4----| x3
D|------------------------------------|
A|------------------------------------|
E|------------------------------------|

e|--------------------------------------------|
B|----6/12-12-12-12-12-12--11-11--15-15-15----|
G|--------------------------------------------| x1
D|--------------------------------------------|
A|--------------------------------------------|
E|--------------------------------------------|

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Old Number 7

Devil Makes Three