(Dewayne Blackwell, Bud Lee)

Blame it all on my roots, I showed up in boots
And ruined your black tie affair
The last one to show, the last one to know
The last one you thought you¡¯d see there
I saw the surprise, and the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
Then I toasted you, said honey we may be through
But you¡¯ll never hear me complain

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Cause I¡¯ve got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns and there beer chases
My blues away and I¡¯ll be OK
Hey, 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
But give me an hour and then
I¡¯ll be as high as this ivory tower
That you¡¯re livin¡¯ in

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Writer : LEE, EARL BUD / BLACKWELL, DEWAYNE
Copyright : Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, UNIVERSAL MUSIC-CAREERS