Whiskey Trail

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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]
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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


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[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  
Can't you hear the engines wail, 
   D             A   E    A
damn that old Whiskey Trail


[Instrumental]
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[Chorus]
 D                          A  
Can't you hear the engines wail, 
   D             A   E    A
damn that old Whiskey Trail


[Instrumental]
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