Custody Of A Barstool is a rootsy country song about a man who keeps showing up to the same bar to sit with the memory of what he lost. The title hook is sharp, and the story feels honest, worn-in, and easy to picture. Strong fit for an artist who can sell heartbreak with a grounded, traditional feel.
Verse
My drink gets poured as I take that chair
The whole place knows why I sit right there
Second from the end, they leave it free
That worn-out spot belongs to me
Pre-Chorus
That old jukebox plays one more sad song
But this is the only place I belong
Chorus
She left, I let her walk away
I come back and face it every day
Swear I’m heading home at half-past nine
Then I look up and it’s closing time
She's still gone, I’m still the fool
With custody of a barstool
Verse
Tell the boys I’m finally free
They all know better than believin’ me
They see the truth inside my eyes
Whole damn room sees through the lies
Pre-Chorus
Can tell myself that I’m alright
But every single pour proves they were right
Chorus
One more night thinkin’ ’bout the past
I keep saying this one is the last
She moved on, I’m still sitting right here
Watching my life disappear in my beer
She's still gone, I’m still the fool
With custody of a barstool
Bridge
That end seat held her pretty smile
We’d raise a glass and stayed awhile
I leave it open like she’ll return
But this old stool won’t let me learn
Chorus
Thought that worn-out seat was all mine
Kept her place there waiting all this time
I head towards the door, then turn around
Let those four old legs still hold me down
Thought I owned it like a fool
In custody of a barstool
Outro
Second from the end, same old fool
In the custody of a barstool
