Old Number Seven Tom MacDonald

[Intro]
No freedom (No freedom)
Just fuck with a country boy 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 (Yeah)
I been swervin' on that gravel (Yeah)
I been on that number seven, ya feel me? (Yeah)

[Chorus]
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

[Verse 1]
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 (True)
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 again and my whole team is heart attackin'
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