Chords for The Devil Makes Three - "Old Number 7" (live at the Mystic Theater)

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_ [A] _ _ [Bm] There's a groove on no dirt road, [F#] pedal to the metal, always did what [E] I was told.
Till I found out that my brand new clothes [F#] came second hand from the rich kids [F#m] next door.
[Bm] Grew up fast, grew up mean, [F#] thousand things inside my head I wish I ain't seen.
[E] Now I just wander through a real bad dream, [F#] watching it all [F#m] come apart at the seams.
[Bm] Thank you Jack Daniels, old number [F#] seven, it's Tennessee whiskey got me drinking in [E] heaven.
And I know I can't stay here too [F#] long, can't go a [F#m] week without doing [Bm] wrong.
Thank you Jack Daniels, old number [F#] seven, it's Tennessee whiskey got me drinking in [E] heaven.
And the angels start to look good to me, [F#] they're gonna have to [F#m] deport me to the fiery [Bm] deeds.
_ To the [F#] fiery deeds, to the [E] fiery deeds, to the [F#] fiery [F#m] deeds.
[D] Oh, I'm [Bm] gonna be [F#]
free, oh, [E] I'm gonna be free.
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_ _ _ [Bm] Sitting at the bar, soul starts to grow [F#] roots, feeling like an old man out of a parachute.
[E] Tell me what is it that I should [F#] do when I'm swimming in the liquor only [F#m] halfway [B] through.
I [Bm] watch as wings spread as wide as can [F#] be, come down here and wrap them around [E] me.
Cause all I want to do now is fall asleep, [F#] come down here and lay [A] next to me.
[Bm] Oh, thank you Jack Daniels, old number [F#] seven, it's Tennessee whiskey got me drinking in [E] heaven.
And up here the bottle never runs [F#] dry, you never wake up [F#m] with those tears in your [Bm] eyes.
Thank you Jack Daniels, old number [F#] seven, it's Tennessee whiskey got me drinking in heaven.
[E] And the angels start to look good to me, [F#] they're gonna have to deport me to the [F#m] fiery [Bm] deeds.
Oh, to the fiery [F#] deeds, to the [E] fiery deeds, oh, [C#m] to the fiery [F#] _
deeds.
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