The Ballad of Whisky
You warm me from the inside out And fill me to the brim. You charm me with your Scottish clout, With your amber color dim. Now stoke the fire and pack your pipe, Fill your glasses well. Your drink is not of common…
You warm me from the inside out And fill me to the brim. You charm me with your Scottish clout, With your amber color dim. Now stoke the fire and pack your pipe, Fill your glasses well. Your drink is not of common…