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The Devil Makes Three Old Number Seven

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 die If you choose to pull the trigger, should your drama prove sincere, Do it somewhere far away from here "Crimes" One...two...three Four...five...six Seven

that, "Jesus died and rose from the grave in three days" But if he died on a Friday It's untrue And rose on a Sunday Then that would make it only two

broken seal, like a (pause) fiend steal You for fake, I'm for real, like Jesus Christ's last meal You make deals with devils The soul descends infinite

guys get buried in their property Word to Sampson, the tone will get you hung I had a friend, they murdered his father and his three-year-old son I heard

Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops? Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one- -

known as mankind Jesus and his twelve disciples make thirteen A righteous number of righteous men Even Judas the Betrayer came true in the end The Devil

all Don't stall or I'ma stick you like a voodoo doll Doors locked stop draw for the count, who drops? Ten-nine-eight-seven-six-five-four-three-two-one

that, "Jesus died and rose from the grave in three days" But if he died on a Friday It's untrue And rose on a Sunday Then that would make it only two