Jack Daniels Old No.7

A woman wrings her hands and cries
I've lost my man
You should've seen him
Tote that diesel 'cross the land

Now you'll find him
Up on Lynchburg, Tennessee
Collecting bottles
In his old dungarees
And the Silver Dollar Saloon
We're gonna break him of it soon

Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
He used to be so frisky

Bogie Bogart
He cried, 'Laureen, let's sail the sea'
Honey, when I'm dyin'
Have another drink of that stuff for me

But now ya find him
On Lynchburg all the time
But they keep him waiting
At the end of the line
At that old honky tonk people prayed

My God, look at all the parts he played

I'm talkin' about it

Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
He used to be so frisky

And now you'll find him
Up on Lynchburg, Tennessee
Collectin' bottles
In his old, old dungarees
At the honky tonk, he prayed
Think of all the parts old Bogart played

I'm talkin' about it
Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
Jack Daniel's Old No. 7 Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
He used to be frisky