High Cost Of Living(Chords)

	        jamey johnson-high cost of living  



Capo on 3  

A  
I was just a normal guy.  

A  
Life was just a nine to five.  

A                                       E  
With bills and pressure piled up to the sky.  

E  
She never asked, she knew I'd been,  

E  
hangin' with my wilder friends.  

E                          A  
looking for another way to fly.  
A 
Three days straight was no big feat 
A 
to Get by on no food or drink 
    D                          Bm  
And crazy, was becoming my new norm.  

    A  
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor.  

    E                                       A  
And sleep right through the calm before the storm.  


   D  
My life was just an old routine.  

E                               A             G          D  
Everyday the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive.  

                A  
I tell you. The high cost of living,   

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


A  
That southern baptist parking lot.  

A  
Was where I'd go and smoke my pot.  

A                                 E  
Sit there in my pick-up truck and pray.  

E  
And stareing at that giant cross.  

E  
Just reminded me that I was lost.  

E                                     A  
And it just never seemed to point the way.  

A  
As soon as Jesus turned his back.  

A  
I'd find my way across the tracks.  

        D                     Bm  
Lookin' just to score another deal.  

     A  
With my back against that damn eight ball.  

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


(Chorus...)  


A  
My whole life went through my head.  

A  
Laying in that hotel bed.  

A                                  E  
Watchin' as the cops kicked in the door.  

E  
I had a job and a piece of land.  

E   
And my sweet wife, was my best friend.  

E                                   A  
But I traded that for cocaine and a whore.  

A  
With my new found sobriety.  

A  
I've got the time to sit and think.  

   D                               Bm  
Of all the things I had, and threw away.  

     A  
This prison is much colder than that,  

    E                            A  
one that I was locked up in just yesterday.  

	        

Written by Jamey Johnson/James Slater