A Heaven is a place where good men go, maybe it's a place that I won't know E A Heading down that Whiskey Trail [Verse] A Mama told me not to run, 'cause I might fall, but never was the kind to listen much at all E A Heading down that Whiskey Trail [Chorus] D A E A D Damn that old Whiskey Trail [Verse] A Daddy drank his dinner from a paper sack, made it out the door one day and never came back E A Heading down that Whiskey Trail [Verse] A They say that I'm a chip off a son of a gun, with nowhere to hide out and nowhere to run E A Heading down that Whiskey Trail [Chorus] D A D A E A Can't you hear the engines wail, damn that old Whiskey Trail [Instrumental] A E A A E A [Chorus] D A D A E A Can't you hear the engines wail, damn that old Whiskey Trail [Instrumental] A E A A E A A E A