D   F#  Bm  A  G
e 5   2   2   5  3
b 7   2   3   5  3
g 7   3   4   6  4
d 7   4   4   7  5
a 5   4   3   7  5
E 5   2   X   5  3


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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
But I can't complain (start playing D)

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
g 7   3   4   6  4
d 7   4   4   7  5
a 5   4   3   7  5
E 5   2   X   5  3