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

I saw the surprise, the fear in his eyes

When I took his glass of champagne

Well, I toasted you, said, "Honey, we may be through

But you'll never hear me complain"

Because I've got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns

And the beer chases my blues away (my blues away)

I'll be okay (I'll be okay)

Now, I'm not big on social graces

Think I'll slip on down to the oasis, oh

I've got friends in low places

(Oh, shit, here we fucking go)

I've got friends in low fucking places

Guess I was wrong, I just didn't belong

But hell, I've been there before

And everything is alright, I'll just say goodnight

And show myself to the door

Yeah, I didn't mean to cause a big scene

Just wait 'til I finish this glass

Then, sweet little lady, I'll head back to the bar

And you can kiss my ass

Because I've got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns

And the beer chases my blues away (my blues away)

I'll be okay (I'll be okay)

Now, I'm not big on social graces

Think I'll slip on down to the oasis, oh

I've got friends in low places

(Alright, one more time)

Because I've got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns

And the beer chases my blues away (my blues away)

I'll be okay (I'm not okay)

Now, I'm not big on social graces

Think I'll slip on down to the oasis, oh

I've got friends in low places

Give me a fucking drink