Jack Daniels

Somewhere in the hills of Tennessee
The legend of a man was told to me
Of how people came from miles around
To drink old Jack Daniels whiskey down

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Make that moonshine from the mountain water
Make that whiskey in the middle of the night
Taste those drops like little rays of sunshine
Feel the thunder
White lightning is alright

On Friday nights folks would gather round
From Nashville to good old Dixon town
And they would stay till the whiskey was all gone
And that’s how the legend had begun

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It seems like yesterday that he was here
But one thing was made to me quite clear
On the day that he left this place
He died with a smile on his face.

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