Can't Please 'Em All

It's always something, there's always someone

Who don't like the way that you beat your drum

This little town is always watching

With a raised eyebrow and a loaded gun

No matter where you go or where you're from

Too slow for New York City

And way too fast for Arkansas

You're either way too big or you're way too skinny

Or you too damn crazy for Mardi Gras

Too God fearing for all them hippies

And way too high for the alter call

You can't please 'em all

No you can't please 'em all

Too Georgia for California

And too Texas for Tennessee

Death Valley's too dead

Mississippi's too wet

Take a ride take a left

All the same to me

Too slow for New York City

And way too fast for Arkansas

You're either way too big or you're way too skinny

Or you too damn crazy for Mardi Gras

Too God fearing for all them hippies

And way too high for the alter call

You can't please 'em all

No, you can't please 'em all

Judgement is an anchor

Weighing down on my soul

Maybe heaven wouldn't be such a stranger

If we didn't have a pocket full of stones

Too slow for New York City

And way too fast for Arkansas

You're way too big or you're way too skinny

Or you too damn crazy for Mardi Gras

Too God fearing for all them hippies

And way too high for the alter call

You can't please 'em all

No, you can't please 'em all

I said you can't please 'em all

No, you can't please 'em all