Friends In Low Places

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Garth Brooks-Friends in Low Places




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 complain



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'Cause I've got friends in low places





Where the whiskey drowns





And the beer chases my blues away




And I'll be okay




I'm not big on social graces




Think I'll slip on down to the oasis




Oh, I've got friends in low places.






Well, I guess I was wrong