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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 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 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 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 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 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 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