Jamey Johnson – High Cost Of Living (Guitar)

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I was just a normal guy.

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Life was just a nine to five.

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With bills and pressure piled up to the sky.

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She never asked, she knew I'd been,

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hangin' with my wilder friends.

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lookin' for some other way to fly.

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And three days straight was no big feat

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I'd get by on no food or sleep

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And crazy, was becoming my new norm.

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I'd pass out on the bedroom floor.

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And sleep right through the calm before the storm.

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My life was just an old routine.

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Everyday the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive.

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I tell you. The high cost of living, 

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ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.

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That Southern Baptist parking lot.

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Was where I'd go and smoke my pot.

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Sit there in my pick-up truck and pray.

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And staring at that giant cross.

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Just reminded me that I was lost.

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And it just never seemed to point the way.

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As soon as Jesus turned his back.

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I'd find my way across the track.

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Lookin' just to score another deal.

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With my back against that damn eight ball.

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I didn't have to think or talk or feel.

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My life was just an old routine.

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Everyday the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive.

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I tell you. The high cost of living, 

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ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.

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My whole life went through my head.

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Layin' in that hotel bed.

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Watchin' as the cops kicked in the door.

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I had a job and a piece of land.

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And my sweet wife, was my best friend.

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But I traded that for cocaine and a whore.

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With my new found sobriety.

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I've got the time to sit and think.

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Of all the things I had, and threw away.

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This prison is much colder than that

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one I was locked up in just yesterday.

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My life was just an old routine.

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Everyday the same damn thing, hell I can't even tell I'm alive.

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I tell you. The high cost of living, 

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ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.