Hey, little Anna, you're the one Rising before the lazy sun Open the store and bake the bread Leave all the dreamers with the dead Pray that whatever's lost is lost Nail all your worries to the cross
Ooh, take out the knife Take out the knife Ooh, sharpen it twice And count all the money
Someday, you know you're gonna die Some folks'll try to tell you why Where do you think they'll hide your bones? Out in a field, oh, all alone Nobody knows when it will end You better go and make some friends
Ooh, take out the phone Take out the phone Ooh, sharpen a stone 'Cause you got to get money
Hey, little Anna, you're the one Rising before that lazy sun Cross all the numbers off your list I never knew it'd be like this Hey, little Anna, what's the move? I can't believe the things you do Hey, little Anna, look my way What's gonna be the price we pay For the money?
Writer/s: WILLIAM BUTLER
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."