Friends In Low Places

Garth Brooks

Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to know, the last one to show
I was the last one you thought you’d see there

And I saw the surprise and the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you, said, “Honey we may be through
But you’ll never hear me com- plain, cuz”

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I got friends in low places where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases
My blues away, and I'll be OK
Yeah I'm not big on social graces think I'll slip on down to the Oasis
Oh I've got friends in low places

Solo

Well, 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 good night
And I’ll show myself to the door

Hey, I didn’t mean to cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
I’ll be as high as that ivory tower
That you’re livin’ in, cuz

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