by Lyrics: She Don’t Complain to Me
Performed by Bale Harrison & The Texas Field Hands
She Don’t Complain to Me – DOWNLOAD
(Verse 1)
She’s got a list longer than the Rio Grande,
If there’s a problem, you’ll see her make a stand.
She’s writin’ letters to the White House late at night,
Telling Congress they better get it right.
At the hotel, she’s got the manager on speed dial,
And the food service folks? They ain’t seen her smile in a while.
(Pre-Chorus)
She’s got a bone to pick with the world, you see,
But here’s the thing—she don’t complain to me.
(Chorus)
She don’t complain to me, and I thought I was scary,
Maybe it’s the crops, equipment, or the dairy.
But nah, it’s bigger than the farm or the land,
Maybe she knows I’ve got problems, ‘n’ she understands.
At the wedding, my mama told her, “He don’t abide with small talk,”
But I swear it’s a mystery, unless she just loves me.
(Verse 2)
She’s talkin’ to the store manager about their shelf,
She’s telling the Mayor how to fix the streets himself.
At the airport, she’s got the airline on hold,
Making sure that refund doesn’t get too cold.
The county commission? They know her face by now,
She’s got more complaints than the law allows.
(Pre-Chorus)
She’s busy with the world and its faulty gears,
But with me, not a single tear.
(Chorus)
She don’t complain to me, and I thought I was scary,
Maybe it’s the crops, equipment, or the dairy.
But nah, it’s bigger than the farm or the land,
Maybe she knows I’ve got problems ‘n’ she understands.
At the wedding, my mama told her, “He don’t abide with small talk,”
But I swear it’s a mystery, unless she just loves me.
(Bridge)
Health insurance got an earful today,
Even the school principal had to pay.
But with me, she’s as quiet as can be,
I guess she knows when to let me be.
She’s at the feed store complainin’ from morning to night,
But with me, everything just feels right.
(Chorus)
She don’t complain to me, and I thought I was scary,
Maybe it’s the crops or the cattle, or the dairy.
But nah, it’s bigger than the farm or the land,
Maybe she knows I’ve got my own problems ‘n’ understands.
At the wedding, my mama told her, “He don’t abide with small talk,”
But I swear it’s a mystery, unless she just loves me.
(Outro)
She’s out there filing complaints like it’s a chore,
But with me, she never says anything more.
It’s a mystery I may never see,
But maybe that’s how I know she truly loves me.
She Don’t Complain to Me – Music and Lyrics by Alan Nafzger
