Capo 7 G Little out of place, little outta tune D G Sorta lost in space, Racin' that moon C G C Climbing the walls, of this hurricane, Still over all, I can't complain All I wanted was one chance, to let freedom ring Said I had to get a permit, tags and everything Never made it through the red tape, got this paper hat You want fries with that? Chorus: G G Got nothin to lose, nothin to gain C G Am D It's like a one way ticket to cruising the passing lane I Can't Complain I was talking with my girl friend, I told her I was stressed Said I'm going off the deep end, She said give it a rest We're all waiting in the dug out thinkin' we should pitch How you gonna throw a shut-out if all you do is b***h Repeat Chorus Now I've got a brand new dance, need one more shot Just need one last chance you know I won't get caught Gonna take my last stance this time I can't be bought Then again on the other hand how much have you got? Repeat Chorus Little outta place, little outta tune All lost in space racin that moon Climbin the walls of a hurricane Still over all I can't complain Hey how are you all? I can't complain Compliments or corrections welcome