The Dance / Friends In Low Places / Thunder Rolls (originally by Garth Brooks) – Anthem Lights
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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