Little Whiskey - Angus & Julia Stone

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