Old Fools, Bar Stools, And Me - Damon Fowler

Through the smoke and the lights I can see

Green and blue bottles that came between you and me

Moonshine moment, that won’t set me free

Old fools, bar stools and me

At noon when I wake up the fog hasn’t cleared

I stumble through my kitchen as I hold back my tears

Just give it an hour and you will surely see

Old fools, bar stools and me

I don’t read my mail and I sure don’t answer the phone

I’m not good with people but I can’t stand being alone

So if you wanna to find me, you know exactly where I will be

With the old fools, bar stools and me

ye, with these old fools, bar stools and me

With the old fools, bar stools and me

oh, these old fools, bar stools and me