| The taxman came knockin' on my door,
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| I said «I already gave», he said he wanted some more
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| Then my house burned down on a hot summer day,
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| When I saw the smoke clear, didn’t know what to say,
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| But come what may, I guess I’ll be ok,
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| I can’t complain
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| Got me a broke leg, actin' like a fool,
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| Jumped off my balcony and missed the pool
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| Now my doctor’s tellin' me that I’m eatin' too much fat
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| Says «high cholesterol just ain’t where it’s at»
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| They ask me any day, tell you what I say
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| I can’t complain
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| My car’s a lemom now, it’s just broken down,
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| For the hundreth time, I can’t get across town
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| I never got invited to the Grammy show,
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| If my luck ever changes, I really don’t know
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| Ask me any day, tell you what I say,
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| I can’t complain
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| It’s how you look at it, your attitude
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| You can’t get through life without some gratitude
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| You can always make a list of what’s going wrong,
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| But your list of blessings will be twice as long
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| Don’t know if this song will ever make the chart,
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| Don’t know what machines are gonna fall apart
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| But I know for certain I can talk about the blues
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| One thing for sure, you know I paid my dues
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| Ask me any day, tell you what I say,
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| I can’t complain |