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 drink the Great Lakes dry man, but I can't keep up with the 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 of the Barley Fool      Oh, my 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 of the Barley Fool