Friends In Low Places

(Dewayne Blackwell, Bud Lee)

Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots

And ruined your black tie affair

The last one to show, the last one to know

The last one you thought you¡¯d see there

I saw the surprise, and the fear in his eyes

When I took his glass of champagne

Then I toasted you, said honey we may be through

But you¡¯ll never hear me complain

Chorus

Cause I¡¯ve got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns and there beer chases

My blues away and I¡¯ll be OK

Hey, I¡¯m not big on social graces

Think I¡¯ll slip on down to the Oasis

Oh I¡¯ve got friends in low places

I guess I was wrong. I just don¡¯t belong

But then I¡¯ve been there before

Everything¡¯s all right, I¡¯ll just say goodnight

And I¡¯ll show myself to the door

Hey, I didn¡¯t mean to cause a big scene

But give me an hour and then

I¡¯ll be as high as this ivory tower

That you¡¯re livin¡¯ in

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