Old Fools, Bar Stools, and Me

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