This story is loosely based on, "Within Your Crowd" by Willie Nelson.
"Do you remember how they warned you once before?
They made it clear you weren't to see me anymore.
Within your world of riches poor boys aren't allowed,
And you must learn to love someone within your crowd."
I've always liked Garth Brook's rendition of "Friends in Low Places" (written by Dewayne Blackwell & Bud Lee). This story also gives a nod to that song:
"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'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"