Friends In Low Places (a Salute to 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 complain

'Cause 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

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 goodnight

And I'll show myself to the door

Hey I didn't mean to cause a big scene

Just give me an hour then

Well I'll be as high

As that ivory tower that you're livin' in

'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

I 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

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