High Cost of Living Jamey Johnson
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[A]I was just a normal guy.
[A]Life was just a nine to five.
[A]With bills and pressure piled up to the [E]sky.
[E]She never asked, she knew I'd been,
[E]hangin' with my wilder friends.
[E]looking for another way to [A]fly.
And [D]crazy, was becoming my new [Bm]norm.
I'd [A]pass out on the bedroom floor.
And [E]sleep right through the calm before the [A]storm.
Chorus...
My [D]life was just an old routine.
[E]Everyday the same damn thing, I [A]couldn't even [G]tell I was [D]alive.
I tell you. The [A]high cost of living,
ain't [E]nothin' like the cost of living [A]high.
[A]That southern baptist parking lot.
[A]Was where I'd go and smoke my pot.
[A]Sit there in my pick-up truck and [E]pray.
[E]And stareing at that giant cross.
[E]Just reminded me that I was lost.
[E]And it just never seemed to point the [A]way.
[A]As soon as Jesus turned his back.
[A]I'd find my way across the tracks.
Lookin' [D]just to score another [Bm]deal.
With [A]my back against that damn eight ball.
I [E]didn't have to think or talk or [A]feel.
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[A]My whole life went through my head.
[A]Laying in that hotel bed.
[A]Watchin' as the cops kicked in the [E]door.
[E]I had a job and a piece of land.
[E]And my sweet wife, was my best friend.
[E]But I traded that for cocaine and a [A]whore.
[A]With my new found sobriety.
[A]I've got the time to sit and think.
Of [D]all the things I had, and threw [Bm]away.
This [A]prison is much colder than that,
one [E]that I was locked up in just [A]yesterday.
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