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Friends In Low Places (long Version)
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Blame it all on my rootsI showed up in bootsAnd ruined your black tie affairThe last one to knowThe last one to showI was the last oneYou thought you'd see thereAnd I saw the surpriseAnd the fear in his eyesWhen I took his glass of champagneAnd I toasted youSaid, honey, we may be throughBut you'll never hear me complain
Cause I've got friends in low placesWhere the whiskey drownsAnd the beer chases my blues awayAnd I'll be okayI'm not big on social gracesThink I'll slip on down to the oasisOh, I've got friends in low places
Well, I guess I was wrongI just don't belongBut then, I've been there beforeEverything's all rightI'll just say goodnightAnd I'll show myself to the doorHey, I didn't meanTo cause a big sceneJust give me an hour and thenWell, I'll be as highAs that ivory towerThat you're livin' in
Cause I've got friends in low placesWhere the whiskey drownsAnd the beer chases my blues awayAnd I'll be okayI'm not big on social gracesThink I'll slip on down to the oasisOh, I've got friends in low places
3rd Verse:I guess I was wrongI just don't belongBut then, I've been there beforeAnd everything is alrightI'll just say goodnightAnd I'll show myself to the doorI didn't mean to cause a big sceneJust wait 'til I finish this glassThen sweet little ladyI'll head back to the barAnd you can kiss my ass
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