From the recording Funeral Guns
Lyrics
I pull back the sheets
and take the lord’s name in vain
Her bare shoulders and feet
do not tell her name
She’s deep in a dream
but I am wide awake
I think we played the barstool, drunken fool game
At the side of the bed
a half glass calls my name
Then I lie on my back
and study her female frame
By the look of the sheets
I’d say we made a few mistakes
I think we played the barstool, drunken fool game
I catch the alarm
after one full ring
But not soon enough
to save her slumbering
I speak my first words
as she starts to wake
I think we played the barstool, drunken fool game
Lyrics by B. Hoshaw