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
And I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, "Honey, we may be through"
But you'll never hear me complain
And now I'm glad I didn't know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Our lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd have to miss the dance
The thunder rolls and the lightning strikes
Another love grows cold on a sleepless night
As the storm blows on out of control
Deep in her heart, the thunder rolls
'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
Oh, I got friends
But I'd have to miss the dance
