Old Number Seven
The Devil Makes Three Lyrics


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I guess I grew up on an old dirt road
Pedal to the metal always did what I was told
'Till I found out that my brand new clothes
Came second hand from the rich kids next door
When 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 wander through a real bad dream
Feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seams

Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Angels start to look good to me
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep

Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
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

(Drinkin' in heaven)

So I'm sitting as the bar stool it starts to grow roots
Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes
Tell me what is it that 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 Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Up here the bottle never runs dry
And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes

Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Angels start to look good to me
They're gonna have to deport me
To the fiery deep (Old Number Seven)
To the fiery deep (Drinkin' in heaven)




To the fiery deep (Old Number Seven)
To the fiery deep (Drinkin' in heaven)

Overall Meaning

The Devil Makes Three's "Old Number Seven" is a song that speaks to the struggles of growing up poor and the temptations of addiction. The singer grew up on an old dirt road, following the rules and doing what he was told until he discovered that his clothes came second-hand from the rich kids next door. This realization caused him to grow up fast and mean, as he witnessed a thousand things he wished he hadn't seen. He feels like he's coming apart at the seams, and turns to Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven Tennessee Whiskey. The alcohol makes him feel like he's drinking in heaven and that the angels are looking good to him, to the point where he believes he'll be deported to the fiery deep.


The song touches on the destructive power of alcohol and addiction, as well as the allure that some people feel toward danger and darkness. The phrase "thank you" to the whiskey and the singer's increasing addiction to it also suggest a sarcastic tone towards the drink. While whiskey can provide a temporary escape, it's not a true solution to problems or a substitute for genuine human connection. In the end, the singer is searching for comfort and solace, even if it means going to the "fiery deep", likely a metaphor for hell.


Line by Line Meaning

I guess I grew up on an old dirt road
I was raised in a simple way of life.


Pedal to the metal always did what I was told
I have always followed instructions without questioning them, with full speed.


'Till I found out that my brand new clothes
But then I discovered that the clothes I thought were new were actually second-hand.


Came second hand from the rich kids next door
They were owned by the wealthy kids who lived nearby.


When I grew up fast I guess I grew up mean
As I matured, I became tough and bitter.


There's a thousand things inside my head I wish I ain't seen
There are countless memories and experiences that I wish I could forget.


And now I just wander through a real bad dream
I feel lost and trapped in a nightmare.


Feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seams
I am falling apart and losing control.


Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
I am grateful for the comfort that Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven whiskey provides.


Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
It's so good that it feels like I'm in paradise while consuming it.


Angels start to look good to me
As I drink more, my perception of reality becomes distorted and I begin to imagine angels.


They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep
I've indulged so much that I feel like I need to be sent to hell.


I know I can't stay here too long
I realize that I can't continue this lifestyle indefinitely.


'Cause I can't go a week without doin' wrong
I'm trapped in a cycle of unhealthy behaviors and am unable to break free from it.


So I'm sitting as the bar stool it starts to grow roots
I've been at the bar for so long that it feels like my body is becoming one with the furniture.


Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes
I feel used up and worn out, like an old pair of shoes.


Tell me what is it that I should do
I am lost and don't know how to escape this lifestyle.


When I'm swimming in the liquor only half way through
I am already heavily intoxicated, despite only drinking half the bottle.


So I'm watching as his wings spread as wide as could be
I am hallucinating and seeing an imaginary angel spreading its wings.


Come on now and wrap them around me
I long for the comfort and protection that the imaginary angel would provide.


'Cause all I want to do now is fall to sleep
I am so exhausted from this lifestyle that I just want to pass out.


Come down here and lay next to me
I am so desperate for comfort that I imagine an angel laying down beside me.


Up here the bottle never runs dry
In this fantasy world of 'heaven,' alcohol is infinite and never runs out.


And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes
In this imaginary world, you don't feel the pain and sadness that comes with reality.


To the fiery deep (Old Number Seven)
I feel like I need to go to hell because of my unhealthy relationship with Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven whiskey.


To the fiery deep (Drinkin' in heaven)
I feel like I'm living in a fantasy world, but one that is just as unhealthy as my real life.




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@alexpritt1063

I guess I grew up on an old dirt road
Pedal to the metal always did what I was told
'Till I found out that my brand new clothes
Came second hand from the rich kids next door
When 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 wander through a real bad dream
Feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seams

Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Angels start to look good to me
They're gonna have to deport me to the fiery deep

Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
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

(Drinkin' in heaven)

So I'm sitting as the bar stool it starts to grow roots
Feelin' like an old worn out pair of shoes
Tell me what is it that 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 Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Up here the bottle never runs dry
And you never wake up with those tears in your eyes

Thank you Jack Daniel's Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Angels start to look good to me
They're gonna have to deport me
To the fiery deep (Old Number Seven)
To the fiery deep (Drinkin' in heaven)
To the fiery deep (Old Number Seven)
To the fiery deep (Drinkin' in heaven)



@moamalalabode1465

Lyrics:

I guess I grew up on an old dirt road
Pedal to the metal always did what I was told
Till I found out that my brand new clothes
Came second hand from the rich kids next door
When 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 wondered through a real bad dream
Feelin' like I'm coming apart at the seems
Thank you Jack Daniels Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Angels start to look good to me
They're gonna have to deport me to the firey deep
Thank you Jack Daniels Old Number Seven
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
I know I can't stay here to long
Cause I can't go a week with out doin' wrong
Without doing wrong
Without doing wrong
Without doing wrong
So I'm sitting as 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 drinking 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 drinking 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)



All comments from YouTube:

@horrorsjiht4214

This song is amazing. Alcohol is always that old friend that you know is bad to hang around, but every time you meet, he greets you with a warm hug and a smile. But stay too long and he'll ruin your life.

@legobro8753

just bombed two exams in 24 hours and couldn't agree more

@CashmereGawd

I agree ben

@ameepepperson4296

It's not anyone's f*cking friend. I've been a drunk since the summer of 1982 and now it's 40 years later. It's not a friend. Grow a brain. It's a killer and it goes right for the Central Nervous System. It messes up everything in its path, then it concentrates on other parts of the brain. I started drinking regularly when I was two. I'm 42 now, so I've fought with this beast you call a friend for 40 years now. After kindergarten, I was drinking martinis handmade from an old cocktail waitress in Las Vegas, Nevada. I'm a real alcoholic and that sh*t isn't my friend, but I'm drawn to it. Alcohol is a frenemy and we fight often. It's not a friend. It's a pseudo friend, a killer, a controller. It's too much and many things all at once, but it is nobody's goddamned friend. It won't let me go. Keep your kids away from it. It's not funny, cute, or entertaining. It's debilitating and disabling. No, dear, it's not a friend. It's too demanding and controlling to be a friend. Live and learn, you, but learn well before you put out your advice. It's important that you understand this thing thoroughly before you dole out advice. God bless you so much for caring enough to toss in your two cents, though. It's big of you and it's thoughtful. Learn more and continue to. Thanks for trying to help, though. It matters. Your support matters. Please keep learning. Awareness is important. However, above all else, don't give a toddler, a child, or a teenager booze. It doesn't make you cool, it makes you an assh*le. Keep learning and God bless you in the process.

@abrb1989

@@legobro8753 You'll get it, and you'll pick yourself up and improve. Just move forward and do better. So long as you refuse to give up, and continue to rise again when you fall, you haven't failed.

I know that may seem like a platitude, but it's so much more than that I promise.

@pyramidbrickandstone2198

@@legobro8753 failing is the road to success if I treat it correctly

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@harryrohr4131

Been listening to this song and album for over 10 years. Got the whole 1st album memorized word for word. This song never gets old. Still a masterpiece and relevant to this very day. Cheers!

@jasonsanders4177

Did I read your comment wrong or did it take you 10 years to memorize the album?

@harryrohr4131

@@jasonsanders4177 You read it wrong, had memorizwd after about a year maybe.

@jasonsanders4177

@@harryrohr4131 just busting your balls either way. No offense. Great song. First time I’ve heard it.

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