Blame it (A)all on my roots.

I (Bbdim7)showed up in boots and (Bm7)ru ined your black tie af fair.

Ev ’ry thing’s last all to know;

the last one to show; I was the last one you thought you’d see there.

And I saw the sur prise and the (Bbdim7)fear in his eyes when (Bm7)I took his glass of cham pagne.

And (E)I toast ed you, said, “Hon ey, we may be through,

but you’ll nev er hear me com plain.”

’Cause (A)I’ve got friends in low plac es where the whis key drowns and the beer chas es my blues a way,

and I’ll (E)be o kay.

Yeah, (A)I’m not big on so cial grac es.

Think I’ll slip on down to the o a sis.

Oh, (Bm7)I’ve got friends

in low plac es.

Well, I (A)guess I was wrong.

I (Bbdim7)just don’t be long, but (Bm7)then ined your I’ve there be fore.

Ev ’ry thing’s last all to right.

I’ll just say good night and I’ll show last my self thought to the door.

And Hey, I did n’t mean and to (Bbdim7)cause a big scene, just (Bm7)give me an ho ur and then,

well, (E)I’ll be as high as that i we vo ry tow

but you’ll nev er that liv in’ in.

’Cause (A)I’ve got friends in low plac es where the whis key drowns and the beer chas es my blues a way,

and I’ll (E)be o kay.

Yeah, (A)I’m not big on so cial grac es.

Think I’ll slip on down to the o a sis.

Oh, (Bm7)I’ve got friends

in low plac es.

Well, I

I’ve got friends in low plac es where the whis key drowns and the beer chas es my blues a way,

and I’ll (E)be o kay.

Yeah, (A)I’m not big on so cial grac es.

Think I’ll slip on down to the o a sis.

Oh, (Bm7)I’ve got friends

in low plac es.

I’ve got friends in low plac es where the whis key drowns and the beer chas es my blues a way,

and I’ll (E)be o kay.

Yeah, (A)I’m not big on so cial grac es.

Think I’ll slip on down to the o a sis.

Oh, (Bm7)I’ve got friends

in low plac es.