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High Cost Of Living chords by Jamey Johnson

  • C

  • G

  • F

  • Em

  • Dm

  • Bb

  • D

  • Fm

Intro 1
C
C
C
C
C
C
C
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 some other way to fly

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Verse 2
C
And three days straight was no big feat
Could get by with no food or sleep
F
Em
Dm
And crazy was was becoming my new norm
C
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor
G
C
Sleep right through the calm before the storm
Bb
My
Chorus 1
F
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
C
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
Verse 3
C
That Southern Baptist parking lot
Is where I'd go to smoke my pot
G
Sit there in my pickup truck and pray
Staring at that giant cross
Just reminded me that I was lost
C
And it just never seemed to point the way
Verse 4
C
As soon as Jesus turned his back
I'd find my way across the track
F
Em
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
My
Chorus 2
F
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
C
Bb
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
C
C
Bb
Verse 5
C
My whole life went through my head
Layin' in that motel bed
G
Watchin' 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
Verse 6
C
With my new found sobriety
I've got the time to sit and think
F
Em
Dm
Of all the things I had and threw away
C
This prison is much colder than
G
That one that I was locked up in,
C
just yesterday
Bb
My
Chorus 3
F
life is just an old routine
G
Every day 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 nothing like the cost of livin' high
I tell you, the high cost of livin'
G
C
Bb
It ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
C
C
Bb
Solo 1
F
G
C
Bb
F
C
G
C
C
Bb
F
G
C
Bb
F
C
G
C
C
Bb
F
G
C
Bb
F
C
G
C
C
Bb
Outro 1
F
G
C
D
Fm
C
G
C
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