Alan Jackson

^A A stark naked light bulb hangs ^D over my ^A head
There's one lonely pillow on my double ^E bed
^A I've got a ceiling, a floor and four ^A walls
Who says you ^E can't have it ^A all?
My room's decorated with pictures of you
Your letters wallpaper this shrine to the blues
I've got precious memories at my beck and call
Who says you can't have it all?
^A I've ^E got everything a ^D broken heart ^A needs
^B7 I'm doin' fine, don't you ^E worry about me
'Cause ^A I'm lord and master
Of a fools Taj ^D Mahal
Oh, ^A who says you ^E canât have it ^A all?