| Blame it all on my roots I showed up in boots
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| And ruined your black tie affair
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| The last one to know, the last one to show
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| I was the last one you thought you’d see there
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| And I saw the surprise and the fear in his eyes
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| When I took his glass of champagne
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| And I toasted you said, honey, we may be through
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| But you’ll never hear me complain
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| 'Cause I’ve got friends in low places
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| Where the whiskey drowns
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| And the beer chases my blues away
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| And I’ll be okay
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| I’m not big on social graces
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| Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
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| 'Cause, I’ve got friends in low places
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| Well, I guess I was wrong I just don’t belong
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| But then, I’ve been here before
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| Everything is all right, I’ll just say goodnight
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| And I’ll show myself to the door
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| Hey, I didn’t mean to cause a big scene
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| Just give me an hour and then
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| I’ll be as high as that ivory tower
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| That you’re livin' in
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| 'Cause I’ve got friends in low places
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| Where the whiskey drowns
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| And the beer chases my blues away
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| And I’ll be okay
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| I’m not big on social graces
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| Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
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| 'Cause, I’ve got friends in low places
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| Hey, I’ve got friends in low place |