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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 youd 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 youll never hear me complain
Cause Ive got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And Ill be okay
Im not big on social graces
Think Ill slip on down to the oasis
Cause Ive got friends in low places
Well, I guess I was wrong
I just dont belong
But then, Ive been there before
Everythings all right
And Ill just say good night
And Ill show myself to the door
Hey, I didnt mean
To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, Ill be as high
As that ivory tower
That youre livin in
Cause Ive got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And Ill be okay
Im not big on social graces
Think Ill slip on down to the oasis
Cause Ive got friends in low places
Yeah, Ive got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And Ill be okay
Im not big on social graces
Think Ill slip on down to the oasis
Cause Ive got friends in low places
Cause Ive got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And Ill be okay
Im not big on social graces
Think Ill slip on down to the oasis
Cause Ive got friends in low places
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