Little Whiskey

There's nowhere else

For us to go

My dear

So won't you

Go, get homePour 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 bellyThere's a ghost in my garden

It's telling me to go

Find my way back

To where my love is gonePour 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