Вершы: Los Lobos. Whiskey Trail.

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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