The Devil Makes Three — Old Number Seven tekst piosenki i tłumaczenie
Strona zawiera teksty i polskie tłumaczenie piosenki "Old Number Seven", wykonawca: The Devil Makes Three.
Tekst piosenki
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)
Tłumaczenie tekstu piosenki
Chyba dorastałem na starej polnej drodze.
Pedal to the metal always did what I was told
'Till I find out that my brand new clothes
Z drugiej ręki od bogatych dzieciaków z sąsiedztwa.
Kiedy dorastałem szybko, chyba dorastałem wredny sposób.
There 's a thousand things in my head I wish I ain' t seen
A teraz błądzę przez naprawdę zły sen.
Feelin 'like I' m coming apart at the seams
Dziękuję, stary numer 7 Jacka Daniela.
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
Dziękuję, stary numer 7 Jacka Daniela.
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Wiem, że nie mogę tu zostać zbyt długo.
'Cause I can' t go a week without doin ' wrong
Without doin ' wrong
Without doin ' wrong
Without doin ' wrong
(Drinkin ' in heaven)
Więc siedzę na stołku barowym i zaczyna zapuszczać korzenie.
Feelin ' like an old weared pair of shoes
Powiedz mi, co mam robić, kiedy pływam w trunku w połowie drogi.
# 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
Chodź tu i połóż się obok mnie. Dziękuję, stary numer 7 Jacka Daniela.
Tennessee Whiskey got me drinking in heaven
Tutaj butelka nigdy nie wyschnie.
I nigdy nie budzisz się z tymi łzami w oczach
Dziękuję, stary numer 7 Jacka Daniela.
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)