Tom MacDonald - Old Number Seven lyrics
Thomas MacDonald [British Columbia, Canada] 🇨🇦
[Tom MacDonald - Old Number Seven lyrics]
No freedom (no freedom)
Just fuck with a country now
I'm just out here with my kinfolk
Ya feel me? Take the kid out the country
You can't take the country out the kid yeah
I been on them dirt roads
I been swervin' on that gravel
I been on that number seven, ya feel me?
Aye, aye, aye we been on the block
Drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks till the
Cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet
I grew up in a small town
Camouflage and bloodhounds
Cheap beer and pickups and
Dirt bikes and shotguns
Moved out of the prairies
Left my heart out on them back roads
Hooked up with some bikers
Went to hell and back with those angels
And then I made it Alberta
Lost too many friends of mine
To overdose and murder ended up in letters
Left the rest of it behind
I don't got time to get arrested
All my homies doing time
Wear your heart out on your sleeve
My whole team is hard on packing
Cut that shit right off your arm and
Let you keep your leather jacket
We been on some ride or die
Or don't and live forever shit
And everyone has made the choice
To pass away eventually
We been on the block
Drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks till the
Cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet
We been in our yards with
Our jars full of moonshine
Steady bumpin' Steppenwolf
We been gettin' faded and whistling
Country tunes like whistling
Whiskey all in my tin flask
Tennessee in my heart (that's true)
Country folk and the fact that some
City kids rep the tar
Lookin' like some 'bout lives
We don't give no fucks about lives
Workin' on our art skills
Anytime the gun drawn
We shoot your ass then leave
You in the creek, you a swamp monster
Merk you and leave you in the water
Call that murky waters
Neighbor wasn't psychic
She could never read my palms
Cause the world was in my hands since
We met when I was young
Where I'm from you just run inside
Every time the trucks came
City kids should fall back like
Summer camp playing trust games, ah
You a lion by yourself, you got no pride
Toss you off a cliff
You do a nose dive in low tide
My country kids will take you the
Woods and you won't walk away
My gang is full of Mike Tysons
And everyday is boxing day
Made it to the city with my
Nose ring and my money
Agri in my heart still and
Whiskey in my luggage
Super rugged like a trucker
I got wild meat in my stomach
I cut my teeth on gangster shit
I been bitin' the bullet, bitch
We been on the block
Drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks till the
Cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet
We been in our yards with
Our jars full of moonshine
Steady bumpin' Steppenwolf
We been gettin' faded and whistling
Country tunes like whistling
Aye a aye, uh
Whiskey all in my tin flask
Tennessee in my heart (that's true)
Country folk and the fact that some
City kids rep the tar
Just fuck with a country now
I'm just out here with my kinfolk
Ya feel me? Take the kid out the country
You can't take the country out the kid yeah
I been on them dirt roads
I been swervin' on that gravel
I been on that number seven, ya feel me?
Aye, aye, aye we been on the block
Drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks till the
Cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet
I grew up in a small town
Camouflage and bloodhounds
Cheap beer and pickups and
Dirt bikes and shotguns
Moved out of the prairies
Left my heart out on them back roads
Hooked up with some bikers
Went to hell and back with those angels
And then I made it Alberta
Lost too many friends of mine
To overdose and murder ended up in letters
Left the rest of it behind
I don't got time to get arrested
All my homies doing time
Wear your heart out on your sleeve
My whole team is hard on packing
Cut that shit right off your arm and
Let you keep your leather jacket
We been on some ride or die
Or don't and live forever shit
And everyone has made the choice
To pass away eventually
We been on the block
Drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks till the
Cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet
We been in our yards with
Our jars full of moonshine
Steady bumpin' Steppenwolf
We been gettin' faded and whistling
Country tunes like whistling
Whiskey all in my tin flask
Tennessee in my heart (that's true)
Country folk and the fact that some
City kids rep the tar
Lookin' like some 'bout lives
We don't give no fucks about lives
Workin' on our art skills
Anytime the gun drawn
We shoot your ass then leave
You in the creek, you a swamp monster
Merk you and leave you in the water
Call that murky waters
Neighbor wasn't psychic
She could never read my palms
Cause the world was in my hands since
We met when I was young
Where I'm from you just run inside
Every time the trucks came
City kids should fall back like
Summer camp playing trust games, ah
You a lion by yourself, you got no pride
Toss you off a cliff
You do a nose dive in low tide
My country kids will take you the
Woods and you won't walk away
My gang is full of Mike Tysons
And everyday is boxing day
Made it to the city with my
Nose ring and my money
Agri in my heart still and
Whiskey in my luggage
Super rugged like a trucker
I got wild meat in my stomach
I cut my teeth on gangster shit
I been bitin' the bullet, bitch
We been on the block
Drinkin' Tennessee Whiskey
Chain smokin' cigarettes
Number seven on the rocks till the
Cops come and get me
But I ain't feelin' guilty yet
We been in our yards with
Our jars full of moonshine
Steady bumpin' Steppenwolf
We been gettin' faded and whistling
Country tunes like whistling
Aye a aye, uh
Whiskey all in my tin flask
Tennessee in my heart (that's true)
Country folk and the fact that some
City kids rep the tar