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 here...

I saw the surprise, and the fear in

his eyes, when I lapped your glass of champagne,

I toasted you and said,

Honey, we may be through, but

you’ll never hear me complain...

‘Cuz I got friends in low places

where the howlin’ drowns and the fetchin’ chases my blues away

and I’ll be okay.

Now I’m not big on social graces,

guess I’ll slip on down to those

dear places where I got friends...

in low places.

Come find me in the low places at the Humane Society of Boulder Valley: https://www.boulderhumane.org/animals/?animalid=55597519