Los Lobos – Whiskey Trail (Guitar)

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Heaven is a place where good men go, 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, 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, made it out the door one day 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, 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, damn that old Whiskey Trail

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Can't you hear the engines wail, damn that old Whiskey Trail