Chords for High Cost of Living - Jamey Johnson (cover)
Tempo:
86 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Dm
Bb
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C]
I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine-to-five with bills and pressure piled up [G] to the sky.
She never asked, she knew I'd been hanging with my wilder friends, looking for some other [C] way to fly.
Three days straight was no big feat, to get by on no food or [F] sleep, and crazy was becoming my [Dm] new norm.
[C] I'd pass out on the bedroom [G] floor, sleep right through the calm before [C] the storm.
[F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high.
That Southern Baptist parking lot was where I'd go to smoke my pot, sit there in my pickup [G] truck and pray.
Staring at that giant cross just reminded [E] me that I was lost, and it just never seemed to point [C] the way.
As soon as Jesus turned his back, I'd find my way across the [F] track, looking just to score [Dm] another deal.
[C] With my back against that damn eight [G] ball, I didn't have to think or [C] talk or feel.
[F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high.
[Cm] My whole life went through my head, laying in that [C] motel bed, watching as the cops kicked in the door.
[G]
I had a job, a piece of land, my sweet wife was my best friend, but I traded that for cocaine [C] and a whore.
With my new found sobriety, I've got the time to sit and [F] think of all the things I had [Dm] and threw away.
[C] This prison is much colder [G] than that one that I was locked up [C] in just yesterday.
[F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high.
I tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high.
[F] [G]
[C] [Bb] [F]
[C] [G]
[C]
[F] [G]
[C] [Bb] [F]
[C] [D]
[G]
I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine-to-five with bills and pressure piled up [G] to the sky.
She never asked, she knew I'd been hanging with my wilder friends, looking for some other [C] way to fly.
Three days straight was no big feat, to get by on no food or [F] sleep, and crazy was becoming my [Dm] new norm.
[C] I'd pass out on the bedroom [G] floor, sleep right through the calm before [C] the storm.
[F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high.
That Southern Baptist parking lot was where I'd go to smoke my pot, sit there in my pickup [G] truck and pray.
Staring at that giant cross just reminded [E] me that I was lost, and it just never seemed to point [C] the way.
As soon as Jesus turned his back, I'd find my way across the [F] track, looking just to score [Dm] another deal.
[C] With my back against that damn eight [G] ball, I didn't have to think or [C] talk or feel.
[F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high.
[Cm] My whole life went through my head, laying in that [C] motel bed, watching as the cops kicked in the door.
[G]
I had a job, a piece of land, my sweet wife was my best friend, but I traded that for cocaine [C] and a whore.
With my new found sobriety, I've got the time to sit and [F] think of all the things I had [Dm] and threw away.
[C] This prison is much colder [G] than that one that I was locked up [C] in just yesterday.
[F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high.
I tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high.
[F] [G]
[C] [Bb] [F]
[C] [G]
[C]
[F] [G]
[C] [Bb] [F]
[C] [D]
[G]
Key:
C
G
F
Dm
Bb
C
G
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine-to-five with bills and pressure piled up [G] to the sky.
_ She never asked, she knew I'd been hanging with my wilder friends, looking for some other [C] way to fly.
_ Three days straight was no big feat, to get by on no food or [F] sleep, and crazy was becoming my [Dm] new norm.
_ [C] I'd pass out on the bedroom [G] floor, sleep right through the calm before [C] the storm. _ _ _ _
_ [F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high. _ _ _ _ _
_ That Southern Baptist parking lot was where I'd go to smoke my pot, sit there in my pickup [G] truck and pray.
_ _ Staring at that giant cross just reminded [E] me that I was lost, and it just never seemed to point [C] the way.
As _ soon as Jesus turned his back, I'd find my way across the [F] track, looking just to score [Dm] another deal.
_ [C] With my back against that damn eight [G] ball, I didn't have to think or [C] talk or feel. _ _ _ _
_ [F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] My whole life went through my head, laying in that [C] motel bed, watching as the cops kicked in the door.
[G] _
_ I had a job, a piece of land, my sweet wife was my best friend, but I traded that for cocaine [C] and a whore. _
_ With my new found sobriety, I've got the time to sit and [F] think of all the things I had [Dm] and threw away.
_ [C] This prison is much colder [G] than that one that I was locked up [C] in just yesterday. _ _ _
_ [F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high.
I _ _ _ _ tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high. _ _ _ _ _
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_ _ [C] _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ I was just a normal guy, life was just a nine-to-five with bills and pressure piled up [G] to the sky.
_ She never asked, she knew I'd been hanging with my wilder friends, looking for some other [C] way to fly.
_ Three days straight was no big feat, to get by on no food or [F] sleep, and crazy was becoming my [Dm] new norm.
_ [C] I'd pass out on the bedroom [G] floor, sleep right through the calm before [C] the storm. _ _ _ _
_ [F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high. _ _ _ _ _
_ That Southern Baptist parking lot was where I'd go to smoke my pot, sit there in my pickup [G] truck and pray.
_ _ Staring at that giant cross just reminded [E] me that I was lost, and it just never seemed to point [C] the way.
As _ soon as Jesus turned his back, I'd find my way across the [F] track, looking just to score [Dm] another deal.
_ [C] With my back against that damn eight [G] ball, I didn't have to think or [C] talk or feel. _ _ _ _
_ [F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high. _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ [Cm] My whole life went through my head, laying in that [C] motel bed, watching as the cops kicked in the door.
[G] _
_ I had a job, a piece of land, my sweet wife was my best friend, but I traded that for cocaine [C] and a whore. _
_ With my new found sobriety, I've got the time to sit and [F] think of all the things I had [Dm] and threw away.
_ [C] This prison is much colder [G] than that one that I was locked up [C] in just yesterday. _ _ _
_ [F] My life was just an old [G] routine, everyday the same damn [C] thing, hell I can't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive.
I [C] tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high.
I _ _ _ _ tell you, the high cost of living, [G] ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high. _ _ _ _ _
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