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Heaven is a place where good men go |
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Maybe it's a place that I won't know |
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Heading down that whiskey trail |
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Mama told me not to run, 'cause I might fall |
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But never was the kind to listen much at all |
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Heading down that whiskey trail |
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Damn that old whiskey trail |
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Daddy drank his dinner from a paper sack |
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Made it out the door one day |
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And never came back |
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Heading down that whiskey trail |
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They say that I'm a chip off a son of a gun |
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With nowhere to hide out and nowhere to run |
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Heading down that whiskey trail |
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Can't you hear the engines wail |
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Damn that old whiskey trail |
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Can't you hear the engines wail |
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Damn that old whiskey trail |
