Friends In Low Places by Garth Brooks

Friends In Low Places


         A
Blame it all on my roots
  Gdim7
I showed up in boots 
    Bm
and ruined your black-tie affair
    E7
And I didn’t know

And I couldn’t show 
          A 
I was the last one you thought you’d see there
    A
And I saw surprise 
    Gdim7 
And fear in his eyes
     Bm                      Dm 
When I took his glass of champagne
E7
I toasted you said

“Honey, we may be through,

But you’ll never hear me complain…”

(CHORUS):

      A
Cause I’ve got friends in low places

Where the whiskey drowns and the beer chases
   Bm                    E7
My blues away – and I’ll be okay
    A
And I’m not big on social graces

Think I’ll slip on down to the oasis
      Bm                E7         A
Cause I’ve got friends  –-  In low places





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