Queen of the Barley Fool Songtext
von Great Lakes Myth Society
Queen of the Barley Fool Songtext
I know you′re drinking
Down at the Barley Fool
Oh, the wind blew in
Through my window and spoke of you
It spoke of heartache
Whiskey and grenadine
I'll drink the Great Lakes dry, man
But I can′t keep up with the Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the bar
Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the Barley Fool
I hear the jukebox playing
Your Smithsonian Folkways tunes
And all the drunks are singing
And they think they're in love with you
And they wonder why you're
Wasting you′re time with me
And they wonder why
I′m wasting my time with the Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the bar
Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the Barley Fool
Oh, my sweet (sweet)
Angel in the graveyard
I know you're picking out a stone for me
Keep it clean and
Sheltered from the moon
Write "Loved and lost at sea"
I know the grass grows greener
On the side of the sober man
Oh, his nights are clearer
And he shaves with a steady hand
But he′ll never know
The kiss of the guillotine
Or get to last call shaking
And surrender his heart to a Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the bar
Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the Barley Fool
Down at the Barley Fool
Oh, the wind blew in
Through my window and spoke of you
It spoke of heartache
Whiskey and grenadine
I'll drink the Great Lakes dry, man
But I can′t keep up with the Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the bar
Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the Barley Fool
I hear the jukebox playing
Your Smithsonian Folkways tunes
And all the drunks are singing
And they think they're in love with you
And they wonder why you're
Wasting you′re time with me
And they wonder why
I′m wasting my time with the Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the bar
Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the Barley Fool
Oh, my sweet (sweet)
Angel in the graveyard
I know you're picking out a stone for me
Keep it clean and
Sheltered from the moon
Write "Loved and lost at sea"
I know the grass grows greener
On the side of the sober man
Oh, his nights are clearer
And he shaves with a steady hand
But he′ll never know
The kiss of the guillotine
Or get to last call shaking
And surrender his heart to a Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the bar
Queen (Queen)
Queen (Queen)
Queen of the Barley Fool
Writer(s): James Christopher Monger Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com