The Cowboy's Lament

I don't know who was the most surprised, me or my dog, when we came home and your clothes were gone. I piled into my old truck and headed down to the "Home Cooking Cafe", but they told me you had quit and left town yesterday in the front seat of an out-of-state Mercedes-Benz... Honey, where do I go from here? Am I to stop loving you just because you're gone?

Next stop came the "Texan Club Lounge" where I hoped I could think over a cold beer. The juke-box was playing as loud as it always did, but somehow "our song" didn't having the meaning it once had. Sadly, after a few hours of sucking on a bottle of "Lone Star" left me in the same sad state I was when I first walked in. I guess tonight all my sorrows had learned how to swim, 'cause they sure weren't drowning as the evening drug by.

Finally about nine old Bill and Frank came wandering in, so I shared my sad tale of woe; they reckoned as how it would all work out for the best, ‘cause I still had my friends to help me lament. From then 'til midnight it all is a blur, but from the feel of this hang-over it sure must have been some night. But as I pried open my eyes, the first thing I spied was one old sad-eyed dog, and this empty old room. All my feeling from last night came rushing back in.

Seems hard-hearted women will always come and go, but on few things a busted down cowboy can depend, his dog, his pickup and his friends; and if them good old brewers down in San Antonio don't run out of water and hops, this cowboy will have a night of forgetfulness.


Friends in Low Places
Written by: Dewayne Blackwell, Bud Lee
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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
When I took his glass of champagne
And I toasted you
Said, honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain

'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 in low places

Well, I guess I was wrong
I just don't belong
But then, I've been there before
Everything's all right
I'll just say goodnight
And I'll show myself to the door
Hey, I didn't mean
To cause a big scene
Just give me an hour and then
Well, I'll be as high
As that ivory tower
That you're livin' in

'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 in low places


~ © 2003-2010 David L. Griffith ~

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