Can’t Please ‘Em All Lyrics by The Band Loula
There’s always somethin’, there’s always someone
That don’t like the way that you beat your drum
This little town is always watchin’
With a raised eyebrow and a loaded gun
No matter where you go or where you’re from
Too slow for New York City
Or you’re way too fast for Arkansas
You’re either way too big or you’re way too skinny
Or you’re too damn crazy for Mardi Gras
Too God-fearin’ 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-fearin’ 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 me
Judgment is an anchor
Weighin’ 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-fearin’ 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
Mm-mm