Whiskey Trail - Los Lobos

Heaven is a place where good men go

Maybe it’s a place that I won’t know

Heading down that whiskey trail

Mama told me not to run, 'cause I might fall

But never was the kind to listen much at all

Heading down that whiskey trail

Damn that old whiskey trail

Daddy drank his dinner from a paper sack

Made it out the door one day

And never came back

Heading down that whiskey trail

They say that I’m a chip off a son of a gun

With nowhere to hide out and nowhere to run

Heading down that whiskey trail

Can’t you hear the engines wail

Damn that old whiskey trail

Can’t you hear the engines wail

Damn that old whiskey trail