High Cost Of Living Chords by Jamey Johnson
Tempo:
86 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Bb
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
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Key:
C
G
F
Bb
Dm
C
G
F
[C] [Cm] [C] .
[Gm] [Cm] [C] .
[Cm] [C] [Bb] [C] .
I was just a normal guy Life was just a nine to five.
With bills and pressure [N] Piled up to the sky.
She never asked She knew I'd been.
Hanging with my wilder friends Looking for some other way to fly.
[B] [C] And three days straight was no big feat To get by on [Dm] no food or sleep.
[Am] And crazy was becoming my new [Dm] 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 Every day the same damn [C] thing.
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive.
I tell [C] you the high cost of living [G] Ain't nothing like the cost of living [C] high .
[Fm] [C] That Southern Baptist parking lot Was where I'd go to smoke my pot.
And sit [G] there in my pickup truck and pray Staring at that giant cross.
[C] Just [F] reminded me that I was [G] lost And it just never seemed to point [C] the way.
[Am] [G] [C] As soon as Jesus turned his back I'd find my way across the [F] tracks.
Looking [C] just to score [Dm] another D.
[C] With my back against that damn [G] eight ball I didn't have to think or [C] talk or feed.
[Bb] [F] My life was just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing.
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive.
I tell [C] you the high cost of living [G] Ain't nothing like the cost of living [C] high.
My [Bb] [C] .
[Bb] [C] whole life went through my head Laying in that motel bed.
Watching as the cops kicked [G] in the door I had a job and a piece of land.
My sweet wife was my best friend But I traded that for [C] cocaine and a hole.
With my new found sobriety I've got the time to sit and [F] think.
Of all the things [C] I have and [Dm] threw away [C] This prison is much colder than [G] that one.
That I was locked up [C] in just yesterday [Bb] [F] My life is just an old [G] routine.
Every day the same [C] damn thing Hell, I can't [Bb] even tell if I'm [F] alive.
I tell [C] you the high cost of living [G] Ain't nothing like the cost of living [C] high.
I tell you the high cost of living [G] It ain't nothing like the cost of living [C] high.
[F] [C] .
Leave that stuff alone.
[Bb] [F] [G] [C] .
[Bb] [F] [C] .
[G] [C] .
[F] .
[G] [C] .
[F] [C] .
[G] [C] .
[F] .
[G] [C] .
[Bb] [F] [C] .
[G] [C] .
[F] .
[B] [G] [G] .
[C] [D] .
[Bb] [Fm] [Ab] [D] [C] .
[F] [Dm] [B] [G] .
[C] .
[N] .
[Gm] [Cm] [C] .
[Cm] [C] [Bb] [C] .
I was just a normal guy Life was just a nine to five.
With bills and pressure [N] Piled up to the sky.
She never asked She knew I'd been.
Hanging with my wilder friends Looking for some other way to fly.
[B] [C] And three days straight was no big feat To get by on [Dm] no food or sleep.
[Am] And crazy was becoming my new [Dm] 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 Every day the same damn [C] thing.
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive.
I tell [C] you the high cost of living [G] Ain't nothing like the cost of living [C] high .
[Fm] [C] That Southern Baptist parking lot Was where I'd go to smoke my pot.
And sit [G] there in my pickup truck and pray Staring at that giant cross.
[C] Just [F] reminded me that I was [G] lost And it just never seemed to point [C] the way.
[Am] [G] [C] As soon as Jesus turned his back I'd find my way across the [F] tracks.
Looking [C] just to score [Dm] another D.
[C] With my back against that damn [G] eight ball I didn't have to think or [C] talk or feed.
[Bb] [F] My life was just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing.
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive.
I tell [C] you the high cost of living [G] Ain't nothing like the cost of living [C] high.
My [Bb] [C] .
[Bb] [C] whole life went through my head Laying in that motel bed.
Watching as the cops kicked [G] in the door I had a job and a piece of land.
My sweet wife was my best friend But I traded that for [C] cocaine and a hole.
With my new found sobriety I've got the time to sit and [F] think.
Of all the things [C] I have and [Dm] threw away [C] This prison is much colder than [G] that one.
That I was locked up [C] in just yesterday [Bb] [F] My life is just an old [G] routine.
Every day the same [C] damn thing Hell, I can't [Bb] even tell if I'm [F] alive.
I tell [C] you the high cost of living [G] Ain't nothing like the cost of living [C] high.
I tell you the high cost of living [G] It ain't nothing like the cost of living [C] high.
[F] [C] .
Leave that stuff alone.
[Bb] [F] [G] [C] .
[Bb] [F] [C] .
[G] [C] .
[F] .
[G] [C] .
[F] [C] .
[G] [C] .
[F] .
[G] [C] .
[Bb] [F] [C] .
[G] [C] .
[F] .
[B] [G] [G] .
[C] [D] .
[Bb] [Fm] [Ab] [D] [C] .
[F] [Dm] [B] [G] .
[C] .
[N] .