Heaven is a place where the good men go
Maybe it's a place that I won't know
I'm heading down that whiskey trail
Mama told me not to run, 'cause I might fall
Never was the kind to listen much at all
Im heading down that whiskey trail
Well damn that old whiskey tɾail
Daddy drank his dinner from a paper sack
Made it out the door one day and [Bm]never came back
Heading down that whiskey tɾail
They say that I'm a chip ɾight off a son [C7]of a gun
With nowhere to [C7]hide out and [Bm]nowhere to [C7]ɾun
Heading down that whiskey tɾail
Well can't you [A7hear the engines wail
Damn that old whiskey tɾail
