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 When I took this glass of champagne And I toasted you Said, honey, we may be through But you'll never hear me complain. 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 in low places. Well I guess I was wrong I just don't belong But then, I've been there before And everything is 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 wait 'til I've finished this glass Then sweet little lady I'll head back to the bar And you can kiss my ass! All lyrics are property and copyright of their owners. All lyrics provided for educational purposes only.
Şımarık (Kiss Kiss) (English translation)
Garth Brooks – Friends In Low Places (With 3rd Verse) lyrics
It was one of a set of at least six canons probably written in Vienna in The main theme is derived from the final movement of Joseph Haydn 's Symphony No. A more idiomatic translation would be the English "Kiss my arse! A new text version, which may have been the authentic one, came to light in Handwritten texts to this and several other similar canons were found added to a printed score of the work in an historical printed edition acquired by Harvard University 's Music Library. They had evidently been added to the book by a later hand. However, since in six of the pieces these entries matched texts that had, in the meantime, independently come to light in original manuscripts, it was hypothesised that the remaining three may, too, have been original, including texts for K.
Friends In Low Places (With 3rd Verse) lyrics
Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer and a cold one in my lap Earnhart sticker behind my head and my woman by my side Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive" If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can kiss my country ass. Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans Smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds Tattoos up and down my arms And deer heads over my bed. If you're a down home, backwoods Redneck Hey come on, stand up and raise your glass But if you ain't down with my outlaw crowd You can kiss my country ass, aw yeah Aw, yeah. Well, there's a whole lotta high-class people out there That's lookin' down on me 'Cause the country club where I belong Is a Honky Tonk till three in the mornin'. Don't wear no fancy clothes, no ties or three piece suits You can find me in my camouflage cap My T-shirt and cowboy boots If that don't fit your social class You can kiss my country ass.
Log dich ein um diese Funktion zu nutzen. Tearin' down a dirt road, rebel flag flyin', coon dog in the back Truck bed loaded down with beer and a cold one in my lap Earnhart sticker behind my head and my woman by my side Tail-pipe's poppin', the radio's rockin', "Country boy can survive" If you got a problem with that, ha, ha, you can kiss my country ass Well, I love Turkey calls, overalls, Wrangler jeans Smoke nothin' but Marlboro reds Tattoos up and down my arms And deer heads over my bed My Granddaddy fought in World War Two But my Daddy went to Vietnam And I ain't scared to grab my gun And fight for my homeland If you don't love the American flag You can kiss my country ass. Fehlerhaften Songtext melden. Songtext kommentieren. E-Mail Adresse.