Friends In Low Places Heather Dust Crop Tee

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
 
All the Garth vibes with our Friends in Low Places.  In our sweet crop tee.  
 
3.7 oz.(US) 6.2 oz.(CA), 65/35 polyester/viscose
Relaxed, drapey fit
Rolled cuffs
Hi-low raw bottom hem
Side seams
Tear-away label