Little Whiskey

There's nowhere else

For us to go

My dear

So won't you

Go, get home

Pour a little whiskey before I head home

Pour a little whiskey before I head home

Poor, poor lovesick child

There's still fire in your belly and your heart is still wild

There's still fire in your belly

There's a ghost in my garden

It's telling me to go

Find my way back

To where my love is gone

Pour a little whiskey before I head home

Pour a little whiskey before I head home

Poor, poor love sick child

There's still fire in your belly and your heart is still wild

There's still fire in your belly

There's still fire in your belly and your heart is still wild

There's still fire in your belly, son