Damage chords by Tim Brantley
Intro 1
C
G
C
Bb
C
Bb
I was
Verse 1
C
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
C
Bb
Hangin' with my wilder friends
G
Bb
C
Lookin' for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat
To get by on no food
F
Or sleepin' crazy was
Dm
becomin' my new norm
C
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor
G
Sleep right through the calm
C
before the storm
F
My life was just an old routine
G
Every day the same damn thing
C
Bb
I couldn't even tell I was alive
F
C
Dm
C
I tell you, the high cost of livin'
G
C
Ain't nothin' like the cost of livin' high
That Southern Baptist parking lot
Was where I'd go to smoke my pot
G
And sit there in my pickup truck and pray
And starin' at that giant cross
Just reminded me that I was lost
C
And it just never seemed to point the way
F
C
As soon as Jesus turned his back
I'd find my way across the tracks
F
C
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
Bb
F
My life was just an old routine
G
Every day the same damn thing
C
Bb
F
I couldn't even tell I was alive
C
I tell you, the high cost of livin'
G
Ain't nothin' like the cost
C
Bb
C
of livin' high
Bb
C
My whole life went through my head
Layin' in that motel bed watching
G
as the cops kicked in the door
I had a job and a piece of land
my sweet wife was my best friend
C
but I traded that for cocaine and a whore
with my newfound sobriety
I've got the time to sit
F
C
Dm
and think of all the things I have
C
This prison is much colder
G
than that one
C
that I was locked up in just yesterday
Bb
F
My life is just an old routine,
G
everyday the same damn thing
C
Bb
F
Hell, I can't even tell if I'm alive
C
I tell you, the high cost of livin'
G
C
Ain't nothin' like the cost of livin' high
I tell you, the high cost of livin'
G
C
Ain't nothin' like the cost of livin' high
Bb
Just leave that stuff alone
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Interlude 1
F
G
C
Bb
F
C
G
C
F
G
C
Bb
F
C
G
C
F
G
C
Bb
F
C
G
C
F
G
C
Verse 2
D
F
Fm
C
F
Dm
G
C
Let's go!
That was like a real motorbike.
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