Little Stream Of Whiskey

Intro: Verse I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door I stand here and wonder if there’s more Would you make me a pallet on your floor I’ve been down, been down for nothing at all Got no kind of nothing at all And nothing ain’t nothing at all Break Verse Saw a picture of white sand With a woman and a man Walking hand in hand into the sea I didn’t want to be that man Wanted to be that white sand The burning edge of Eden’s land, be pure geography With uncountable pieces of me I’ve been down, been down for nothing at all Got no kind of nothing at all I followed a little stream of whiskey to your door