Little whiskey

There's nowhere else for us to go
My dear. So won't you go
Yeah 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 a 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, lovesick 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