High Cost Of Living Acordes

Jamey Johnson - High Cost Of Living
(no capo arrangement)
 
Intro  C    |    |    |    ||
 
Verse 1
C
I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine to five
                                          G
With bills and pressure piled up to the sky.
 
She never asked, she knew I'd been hangin' with my wilder friends
                             C
Looking for another way to fly.
 
And three days straight was no big feat
 
To get by on no food or sleep
      F          C/E           Dm
And crazy was becoming my new norm.
     C
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor
      G                                       C
And sleep right through the calm before the storm.
 
Chorus
    F
My life was just an old routine,
G                                 C             Bb          F
Every day the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive.
                 C
I tell you, the high cost of living, 
       G                                  C
Ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.
 
Verse 2
      C
That Southern Baptist parking lot was where I'd go to smoke my pot.
                                  G
Sit there in my pickup truck and pray and staring at that giant cross
                                                                         C
Just reminded me that I was lost and it just never seemed to point the way.
 
As soon as Jesus turned his back I'd find my way across the tracks
F                 C/E           Dm
 Lookin' just to score another deal.
         C
With my back against that damn eight ball
  G                            C
I didn't have to think or talk or feel.
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Chorus
    F
My life was just an old routine.
G                                 C            Bb           F
Every day the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive.
                C
I tell you, the high cost of living, 
       G                               C
Ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.
 
Verse 3
 C
My whole life went through my head laying in that motel bed
                                    G
Watchin' as the cops kicked in the door.
 
I had a job and a piece of land and my sweet wife was my best friend
                                      C
But I traded that for cocaine and a whore.
 
With my new found sobriety I've got the time to sit and think
   F                C/E               Dm
Of all the things I had and threw away.
       C
This prison is much colder than that
G                            C
One that I was locked up in just yesterday.
 
Chorus
    F
My life is just an old routine.
G                                       C          Bb           F
Everyday's the same damn thing, hell I can't even tell if I'm alive.
                C
I tell you, the high cost of living 
       G                               C
Ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.
 
I tell you, the high cost of living
       G                               C
Ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.
 
 
Solo  F    |G    |C  Bb  |F    |C    |G    |C    |    ||x2 and fade
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