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

Either way too big or you're way too skinny

Or you're too damn crazy for Mardi Gras

Too God-fearing for all them hippies

And way too high for the altar call

You can't please 'em all

No, you can't please 'em all, no

Too Georgia for California

And too Texas for Tennessee

Death Valley's too dead, Mississippi's too wet

Take a right, take a left, all the same to me, yeah

Too slow for New York City

And way too fast for Arkansas

Either way too big or you're way too skinny

Or you're too damn crazy for Mardi Gras

Too God-fearing for all them hippies

And way too high for the altar call

You can't please 'em all

No, you can't please 'em all

Don't try to please 'em, baby

I can't please 'em

Judgment 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, yeah

Too slow for New York City

And way too fast for Arkansas

Either way too big or you're way too skinny

Or you're too damn crazy for Mardi Gras

Too God-fearing for all them hippies

And way too high for the altar 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

There's always someone

Beat your drum, mm

Hmm-mm-mm