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 gra** 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