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 saw deeply there
And I saw his surprise
And the fear in his eyes
When I took his glass of champagne And I toasted you,
said,
Honey,
we'll maybe through And you'll never hear me complain
I got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away I'll be okay
I'm not big on social grade They
think I'll slip all down to the Oasis
So I've got friends in low places
Well, I guess I was wrong I just don't belong
But hey,
I've been here before Everything's alright
I'll just say goodnight And I'll show myself to the door
Hey,
I didn't mean to cause a big scene Just let me finish my glass
Then,
sweet little baby,
I'll head back to the bar And you can kiss my *
I got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away I'll be okay
I'm not big on social grade They
think I'll slip all down to the Oasis
So I've got friends in low places
One more time!
I got friends in low places Where the whiskey drowns
And the beer chases my blues away I'll be okay
Big thanks to all the people who have
been working all day to sell booze,
to grill,
to drink all the matzo.
All the people from Montpellier,
a big round of applause!
And all the wonderful people who have
been working all day to build a stage,
to build it up,
to put things to sleep.
I think you're the real heroes of this evening.
A big round of applause for the whole crew!
On the guitar, Tom Weber!
Merci, Tom.
On bass,
Chris Harpers!
Merci, Christian.
On piano,
Joss Finanti!
Merci, Joss.
On violin,
live from Glasgow,
Scotland,
Mr. Davy Crichton!
On drums,
Eisenhower *!
Jean-Claude Clausen!