Jerricco

Fireside

Things we said, things we've done
Now you're dead, now you're gone
And I believed in you

Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you no more?

Now you're free from your sore
More to me than before
And I believed in you 'til the end

Things we said, things we've done
Now you're dead, now you're gone
And I believed in you 'til the end

Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you no more?

Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you, Lord?
Why can't I complain on you no more?