Friends in Low Places
Garth Brooks
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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
And I saw the surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne
And 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
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the Oasis
So I've got friends in low places
Well 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
Just give me an hour and then
Well I'll be as high as that ivory tower
That you're livin' in
'Cause I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
Yeah, I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the Oasis
So I've got friends in low places
I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
Yeah, I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the Oasis
So I've got friends in low places
I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
I'm not big on social graces
Think I'll slip on down to the Oasis
So I've got friends in low places
Yeah, I've got friends in low places
Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away
And I'll be okay
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In 1981 I was invited to a wedding.
My ex-girlfriend's wedding.
The very girl I had broken up with barely
a year earlier.
I broke up with her because, on a trip
to Hawai'i with her BYU swimming team,
she had, let's say, made herself
very familiar with lots of guys.
I know this because on a recruiting trip
to the University of Wyoming
the boys and I got very drunk.
They started talking.
They started talking about their trip
to Hawai'i for that same invitational,
and the "hot" BYU chick who was just
"giving it away."
Something like four of them had "gotten some."
They described her in ... intimate detail.
They had no idea I had been dating that same girl
most of my high-school years.
None at all, as a matter of fact.
When it became clear that they were
talking about her, I remember sobering up
really fast. Almost instantly, actually.
They were trying to remember her name.
And then one of them blurted it out.
The others laughed and said,
"Yeah! That's right! That's her!"
I went home, and a day later dumped her ass long distance.
I thought that was the end of her, that I wouldn't
have to think of her ever again.
But there it was--a wedding invitation.
"She's trying to rub it in your face," my mom muttered angrily.
"She doesn't think in a million years that you'll show up."
So that's what I did.
You should've seen her face as she walked up the aisle
and saw me sitting there.
I'll never forget it.
Later, in the reception line--
and this is true, every fucking word--
she grabbed me when I got to her and
laid one on me. No shit.
Open mouth, tongue, the works.
Her brand spankin' new husband was right next to her.
Lucky guy.
I actually remember feeling sorry for him.
To finish this tale,
as I was leaving,
her mother came up to me and grabbed me
and bear hugged me and cried:
"How I wish it was you! How I wish it was you!"
I think of her every now and then
and thank Fuck and his Glittering Golden Calf
that it wasn't me.
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Digital Art: Grooves of Change by yours truly
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