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