Can’t Complain (Letra)

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Written by kevin bacon

"actually, i can, and do, and will continue to." kb

He jack of all trades master of none
Seen down the barrel of a teenagers gun
Puts on his makeup in the a.m., pretends to cry, for that they pay him
And his best friend held his head on the night they thought that he was dead
On the dirty, dirty kitchen floor, but he ain’t around much anymore

He can’t complain, he can’t complain
One look and there’s no doubt, there’s not a damn thing to complain about
It’s just a little rain, can’t complain

She run run run run run from the east
She run run run run run to escape the beast
Cuts her hair and change her name
Into her life a child came
Helped her escape her past, they all said it would not last
But he took every bit of trust, and he ground it into dust

But she can’t complain, she can’t complain
She better get those tears off her face, if she wants to stay in this race
It’s just a little rain, she can’t complain

Here’s a letter from my mom and dad
Oh it’s lovely here don’t you dare be sad
Maybe someday you’ll see greece, maybe someday you’ll find peace
It’ll be the best damn birthday you ever had
And i can’t complain, i can’t complain
To complain would just be wrong, unless of course you count this song
It’s just a little rain, yeah just a little rain, i can’t complain

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Can’t Complain (Letra)

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"how you doin’, bert?" "well, not so good, charlie,
My back’s gone out and i got my finger cut gnarly.
The job’s the same, and so’s the boss.
He’s still a big ass, and my wallet got lost.
My wife’s sick in bed, she says she’ll never get well.
And all these kids today have gone to hell.
And all that government paperwork caught up with me¨c¨c
Had to hire a beancounter for an outrageous fee.
And i don’t know if the chicken or the egg is to blame
But all things considered, i guess i can’t complain."

"cheer up," charlie said, "things could be worse."
"well, yeah, i know, but did i tell ya that
My landlord’s a cop? my neighbor’s insane?
But all things considered, i guess i can’t complain."

Chorus:
Out on the water
Where the sailing men all go
The water’s high,
While all the fish swim low
Out on the water
Where the sailing men all go
The water’s high,
While all the fish swim low

"you know what, bert?" charlie said, "you’ve got the wrong attitude.
Sometimes life’s a big game, and the paths, you can choose.
Things may go wrong, but you’ve gotta stand tall."
"well, i know," bert said, "but well, that ain’t all.
My hair’s fallin’ out. the roof leaks when it rains.
But all things considered, i guess i can’t complain."

Chorus repeat

"you know what, bert?" charlie said, "you’re a real loser.
So i’ll see you next week¨c¨cif you live ‘til then."
As bert walked out to the sidewalk, ten floors up
Two men lost control of a hoist at just the right time
And a big steinway grand flattened bert like a dime.
And as a crowd gathered ‘round and asked, what was his name?
And could it be the chicken, or the egg to blame?
Well, the only thing heard was that he couldn’t complain.

So if you’re a loser in life, and your gun’s outta ammo,
Just remember the story of bert and the piano.
‘cause if you can’t string the bow¨c¨cand you’re clean outta rosin1
Someone may have planned for a music lesson.
Keep your eyes to the sky; it could be a brand name
And remember, all things considered, you really can’t complain.