A woman wrings her hands and cries
'I've lost my man'
You should-a 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
Were gonna break him of it soon
Jack Daniel's Old No7
Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
Jack Daniel's Old No7-a
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 Daniels Old No7
Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
Jack Daniels Old No7
Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
He used to be so frisky
(Instrumental & piano)
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 Daniels Old No7
Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
Jack Daniels Old No7
Tennessee Sour-Mashed Whiskey
He used to be frisky
(Instrumental & piano to end)
