Blame it all on my roots
I showed up in boots
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, 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"
Now, that i didn't know
The way it all would end
The way it all would go
Are lives are better left to chance
I could have missed the pain
But I'd had to miss the dance
The thunder rolls
And the lightnin' strikes
Another love grows cold
On a sleepless night
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've got friends
But I'd have to miss the dance
Thunder rolls in low places
