Cryin' About It (Live)

My dad never taught me how to play guitar, or how

To write a simple song or who the Beatles are

But if you saw me ballin' at the park, you'd know

That I don't miss too much behind the ark

So I can't complain

He gave me the game

And who knows what I would have been without it

That's why I don't get upset

We all get what we get

There ain't no use in cryin' about it

And mama never learned to play an instrument

How to compose a symphony

Or what Bob Dylan meant

But she could feel your pain across the room

And I was raised to empathize and feel it too

Then I'd just write it down

Till it rhymes and it sounds

And who knows what I would have been without it

That's why I don't get upset

We all get what we get there ain't no use in cryin' about

It Oh can anybody really become anything they want

They're always stuck with destiny

Am I stubborn or just late to bloom

Waiting for a rendezvous

With the rest of me

I didn't sing a note

Till I was 24

And suddenly those crowded rooms

Started heading for the door

I tried so hard my friends called me a masochist

But baby, failure's always been my greatest gift

That's why I can't complain

There was growth in that pain

And who knows what I would've been without it

And now I shoot from the hip

And sometimes it slips

There ain't no use in cryin' about it

Yeah, I shoot from the hip

And sometimes it slips

There ain't no use in crying

About it

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