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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 you'd see there And I saw the suprise, 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 'cause Chorus: I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases My blues away And I'll be okay 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 Well I guess I was wrong, I just don't belong But then I've been there before Everything's alright, 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 you're living in Chorus: I've got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases My blues away And I'll be okay 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 |
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