He Brings Out The Whiskey In Me - Amy Millan

He brings out the whiskey in me

When it’s later than night-time and all that’s good is asleep

He brings out the whiskey in me

We were just thirteen years old

When my daddy’s liquor cabinet

That was usually closed

Is where we found Canadian gold

When you’re gettin over troubles around

When you’re gettin over lovers that have let you down

When you’re paying for the past It all don’t seem so bad

When ice is ringing in your whiskey glass

I can hear the first morning train

It’s quarter to dawn and the bottle’s gone

Go to sleep before the sun gets strong

It’s all wrong while your gone

It’s all wrong while your gone

When you’re gettin over troubles around

When you’re gettin over lovers that have let you down

When you’re paying for that past

It all don’t seem so bad

When ice is ringing in your whiskey glass

He brings out the whiskey in me

When it’s later than night-time

And all that’s good is asleep

He brings out the whiskey in me