(alan jackson/jim mcbride)
A stark naked light bulb hangs over my head
Theres one lonely pillow on my double bed
Ive got a ceiling, a floor and four walls
Who says you cant have it all
My rooms decorated with pictures of you
Your letters wallpaper this shrine to the blues
Ive got precious memories at my beck and call
Who says you cant have it all
Ive got everything a broken heart needs
Im doing fine dont you worry about me
Cause Im lord and master
Of a fools taj mahal
Who says you cant have it all
Oh who says you cant have it all
