Little Whiskey in Angus and Julia Stone

There's no where 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 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 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