Queen of the Barleyfool

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