Key: D
Introduction:
D
Looking at the cop in the rear view mirror
F#
Probably should have stopped but the crosswalk was clear
Bm A G
I'll just imagine it's a ticket to a Broadway show
D
Looking at the clouds and they seem kinda funny
F#
Probably gonna rain but my outlook is sunny
Bm A G
I'll just imagine that I'm laying out in Mexico
G A F#
Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain
Bm A G
And I know that things won't always go my way
G Gm
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
D
But I can't complain
F#
I can't complain
Bm A G
Every day is too short to let it go to waste
D
But I can't complain
F#
I can't complain
Bm A G
You gotta treat every day like a holiday
G
And I'm telling you
G A F#
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble
F# Bm A G
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble
G Gm
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
D
Waiting on a never ending train at the crossing
F#
Paying it no mind cause you just keep talking
Bm A G
We'll just imagine it's the good old days and take it slow
D
Spending Christmas Eve on the floor of the airport
F#
Dying to get back to the people that I care for
Bm A G
Smiling just dreaming about my puppy in my bed back home
G A F#
Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain
Bm A G
And I know that things won't always go my way
G Gm
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
D
But I can't complain
F#
I can't complain
Bm A G
Every day is too short to let it go to waste
D
But I can't complain
F#
I can't complain
Bm A G
You gotta treat every day like a holiday
G A F#
Cause I know that pleasures gotta come with pain
Bm A G
And I know that things won't always go my way
G Gm
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
D
If you can't say nothing good
Don't say nothing
F#
If you stop to think you could come up with something
Bm A G
That makes you feel so good when times are rough it's ok
D
I can't complain
F#
Oh oh oh oh oh
Bm
Oh oh oh oh oh
A G
Don't let it go to waste
D
But I can't complain
F#
I can't complain
Bm A G
Every day is too short to let it go to waste
D
But I can't complain
F#
I can't complain
Bm A G
You gotta treat every day like a holiday
G
And I'm telling you
G A F#
That I know some days I'm gonna stumble
F# Bm A G
And I know the cookie's gonna crumble
G Gm
And I know that life is gonna suck some days
But I can't complain
D F# Bm A G
e 5 2 2 5 3
b 7 2 3 5 3