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