MUSIC FOR SALE

Life used to be simple, but it ain’t no more,
it’s gettin’ harder all the time.

Ev’rything’s a fickle, can’t know the score,
it can drive you out of your mind.

So much is changing, nothing stays the same,
something’s different every day.

But Mr. Daniels keeps living, right up to his name,
in the same ole Tennessee way.

(Chorus) Thank you Jack!
for times remembered.
Good friend you have been true.
And thank you Jack,
for times I’ve treasured,
what I’ve been through with you.

Don’t change Jack,
you can’t change on me,
and I hope you never do.
I’ll thank you Jack,
for keeping old Tennessee,
in every little bit of you.

There’s a cabin for sale, just up the road from Jack
right close to Ledford Mill.

Green grass don’t fail, it were mine I’d lay back,
on a sweet low rolling hill.

Now I could handle that, but I’d have to sneak,
so I know right where I’d go.

Me and ole Jack Daniels, we’d sit down by the creek,
and we’d watch that waterfall flow.