A woman wrings her hands and cries
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'I've lost my man'
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You should-a seen him
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Tote that diesel 'cross the land
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Now you'll find him
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Up on Lynchburg, Tennessee
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Collecting bottles
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In his old dungarees
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And the Silver Dollar Saloon
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We're gonna break him of it soon
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Jack Daniel's Old No7
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Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
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Jack Daniel's Old No7-a
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Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
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He used to be so frisky
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Bogie Bogart
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He cried, 'Laureen, let's sail the sea'
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Honey, when I'm dyin'
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Have another drink of that stuff for me
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But now ya find him
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On Lynchburg all the time
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But they keep him waiting
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At the end of the line
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At that old honky tonk people prayed
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[Jack Daniel Old No. 7 lyrics on http://www.metrolyrics.com]
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My God, look at all the parts he played
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I'm talkin' about it
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Jack Daniels Old No 7
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Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
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Jack Daniels Old No 7
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Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
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He used to be so frisky
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(Instrumental & piano)
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And now you'll find him
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Up on Lynchburg, Tennessee
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Collectin' bottles
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In his old, old dungarees
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At the honky tonk, he prayed
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Think of all the parts
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Old Bogart played
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I'm talkin' about it
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Jack Daniels Old No 7
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Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
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Jack Daniels Old No 7
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Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
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He used to be frisky
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(Instrumental & piano to end)
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Jack Daniel's Old No. 7
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| Jerry Lee Lewis |
