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