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 tought you'd see there.
And I saw a surprise,
And the fear in his eyes,
When I took his glass of champange,
I toasted you,
Said honey we may be through,
But you'll never hear me complain,
(Chorus)
'Cause I got friends in low places,
Where the Whiskey drowns,
And the Beer chases my blues away,
But I'll be okay,
Now I'm not big on social graces,
Think I'll slip on down to the oasis,
Oh I got friends,
In low places.
