He was a hunter and fighter, his roach clip a Zippo lighter
A little bit of dirt on his faded Levi jeans
A Two fingered picker because he lost a finger
To a bear that was just as mean as he.
He was a Jack Daniels man
Fortune and fame not in his day.
He was a Jack Daniels man
Because square bottles dont roll away.
He had him a woman once but she gave him such a punch
That he lit out for the Idaho back country
He flashed back to Viet Nam when he ate his supper from a can
But most of the time he just sings
He was a Jack Daniels man
Fortune and fame not in his day.
He was a Jack Daniels man
Because square bottles dont roll away.
Some say he must have died in the harsh winters way up high
But I think I can still hear him sing.
He built him a square bottle house and ordered him a mail order spouse
From the rocky top mountains of Tennessee
And each night its Tennessee sippin square bottle whiskey.
He was a Jack Daniels man
Fortune and fame not in his day.
He was a Jack Daniels man
Because square bottles dont roll away.
