Can't Complain Blues

Ain't it hard to sing the blues when you know you really can't complain
Ain't it hard to sing the blues when you know you really can't complain
Time to stick your head inside that oven, throw your birthday cake out in the rain

I get a little down sometimes wondering if the good times are nearly gone
I get a little down sometimes wondering if the good times are nearly gone
Ya see the other day I got so dang mad
I threw my drink all across the lawn

I could complain about the weather, don't see what good that will do
I could complain about the weather, don't see what good that will do
I could be all dry, hot , dusty over here
Could be raining all over you

Everybody hates their jobs, sick of doing what they get paid to do
Everybody hates their jobs, sick of doing what they get paid to do
Maybe you and me should just trade places
You could learn to hate my job too

Let me tell you a little about my job
First uncle Steve on the bass
Look out, brother Tim on the drums
Here comes brother Ron on Guitar

Ain't it hard to sing the blues when you know you really can't complain
Ain't it hard to sing the blues when you know you really can't complain
Time to stick your head inside that oven, throw your birthday cake out in the rain