The Smell of Whiskey Video (MV)

When I was a lad there was little to be had
Except what we could steal
A milk moustache, a raw carrot in the hand
And a mongrel at the heel

I've gone a way and I'm going to stay
For I've made a life that's real
But I'd give it all away for one golden day
With the lads and the dogs in the field

We found our thrills in the Wicklow hills
Spillin round in an old rusty car
And in Johnny Fox's pub we invented Irish Dub
And we smoked a Jamaican cigar

Shacked up with a lass of the angels class
And for her I'll fetch the moon & the stars
But every now and then I'll go round the bend
In the company of strangers at the bar

In the back of the van with the sirens on
Only half of me body I can feel
A memory of blanks and my good self to thanks
For the burning of the green

I've gone a way and I'm going to stay
For I've made a life that's real
But I'd give it all away for one golden day
With the lads and the dogs in the field

Hey ho There's nowhere left to go
I'm in trouble as they say
So I best be on my way
Ah the smell of Whiskey I must follow