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Lyrics
[Chorus] If I die at twenty-seven Shooting whiskey down with Hendrix I'll be smiling far from heaven Count my blessings If I die at twenty-seven [Verse 1] Hol' up, take in this trip for a sec God made me wicked but I need some rest Holes in my pockets, the gold on my neck It's getting too heavy I can't catch a breath [Verse 2] The lord came and bought me a Mercedes-Benz Drove to the crossroads to drink with my friends Shit is Nirvana more doors to the thrills I'm high but I'm falling asleep at the wheel [Chorus] If I die at twenty-seven Shooting whiskey down with Hendrix I'll be smiling far from heaven Count my blessings If I die at twenty-seven [Verse 3] Glass of red wine, house in the hills Riding with death like the king: Jean Michel Shit that I'm on makes it harder to sleep But I'll rest in peace when I'm down six feet deep [Chorus] If I die at twenty-seven Shooting whiskey down with Hendrix I'll be smiling far from heaven Count my blessings If I die at twenty-seven [Chorus] If I die at twenty-seven Shooting whiskey down with Hendrix I'll be smiling far from heaven Count my blessings If I die at twenty-seven
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Credits
- Writers
- Riley Bell
- Carter Behnke
- Adrian Thomas
- Mark Nagy