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 tought you`d see there.
And I saw a surprise,
And the fear in his eyes,
When I took his glass of champange,
I toasted you,
Said honey we may be through,
But you`ll never hear me complain,
(Chorus)
`Cause I got friends in low places,
Where the Whiskey drowns,
And the Beer chases my blues away,
But I`ll be okay,
Now I`m not big on social graces,
Think I`ll slip on down to the oasis,
Oh I got friends,
In low places.
(Reapet Chorus until fade
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