Lo and behold! Your mother is drinking again This might be the coldest winter since records began You were a low moon, steady with wintry calm Leading the children softly across the farm
Each morning you'd march your sisters like soldiers to school Cause lo and behold! Your father had drunk all the fuel You were a low moon, steady with wintry calm Somewhere inside the fire of your youth went dark
But you swear blind there is no weight in the water pail You say "My love, you take the cards that you're dealt Cause there's no guiding light arching a line to Bethlehem If it's dark outside you light the fire yourself"
Darling when the ice caps melt When the devil's in the bible belt Don't cower in your bed
I'll be on the 5:45 You can meet me at the railway line And don't look so scared
Cause we've been through worse than this before we could talk The trick of it is, don't be afraid any more
Writer/s: JON WARREN, JONATHAN WARREN, MATTHEW TAYLOR, PETER LIDDLE, PETER DUNCAN LIDDLE, SCOTT MILLER, WILLIAM HARVEY
Publisher: Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
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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."