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
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
(My blues away)
I'll be okay (I'll be okay!)
Naw 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, sh- here we f- go!)
Oh, I've got friends
In low f-kin' 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 good night
And show myself to the door-or
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 (And you can kiss my) -ss

'Cause 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!)
Naw 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!)

'Cause 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)
Naw 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 f-king drink)