Friends In Low Places, Garth Brooks Drum Cover

Blame it all on my room, I showed up in boots and ruined your blind type hair. The last one to know, the last one to show I was the last one you thought you'd see there. And I saw a surprise, and the period is glass of champagne. Toasted you You said, honey, we may be friends, but you'll never hear me compare. Cause I've got friends in all the big old cities. I guess I was wrong then, I've been there before. You say goodnight, and I'll show myself to the door. Hey, I didn't miss, give me an hour.