This is a popular country-western song by Garth Brooks. Here, RJ, driving towards NDHU on Nan-Bin Road, reads the lyrics, avoids hitting a gravel truck, and then plays the song very loud on his car stereo.

FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES

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
(N') Said, "Honey, we may be through
But you'll never hear me complain."

CHORUS:
'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 living in

[Repeat Chorus]
{Original by Garth Brooks, "NO FENCES" album, 1990}