Still got pictures of friends on the wall I suppose we aren't really friends anymore Maybe I shouldn't ever have called That thing friendly at all Get freaked out from a knock at the door When I haven't been expecting one Didn't that used to be part of the fun, once upon a time? We'll be there at the back of the bar In a booth like we usually were Every time there was a rocket launch Or some big event
What a death I died writing that song Start to finish, with you looking on It stays between us, Steinway and his sons 'Cause it's the ultracheese Perhaps it's time that you went for a walk And dress like a fictional character From a place they called America In the golden age Trust the politics to come along When you were just trying to orbit the sun When you were just about to be kind to someone Because you had the chance
I've still got pictures of friends on the wall I might look as if I'm deep in thought But the truth is I'm probably not If I ever was
Oh, the dawn won't stop weighing a tonne I've done some things that I shouldn't have done But I haven't stopped loving you once
Writer/s: Alex Turner
Publisher: Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
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"Friends In Low Places" by Garth Brooks was written by two Nashville songwriters after a meal in a local restaurant. One of them forgot his money, but said not to worry, "I have friends in low places. I know the cook."