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High Cost Of Living by Jamey Johnson - Guitar Chords

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Version 1
            Capo on 3

[Verse 1]

A
I was just a normal guy.
A
Life was just a nine to five.
A                                       E
With bills and pressure piled up to the sky.
E
She never asked, she knew I'd been,
E
hangin' with my wilder friends.
E                          A
looking for another way to fly.
     A
And three days straight was no big feat
     A
I'd get by on no food or sleep
    D                          Bm
And crazy, was becoming my new norm.
    A
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor.
    E                                       A
And sleep right through the calm before the storm.


[Chorus]

   D
My life was just an old routine.
E                               A             G          D
Everyday the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive.
                A
I tell you. The high cost of living, 
      E                               A
ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.


[Verse 2]

A
That southern baptist parking lot.
A
Was where I'd go and smoke my pot.
A                                 E
Sit there in my pick-up truck and pray.
E
And stareing at that giant cross.
E
Just reminded me that I was lost.
E                                     A
And it just never seemed to point the way.
A
As soon as Jesus turned his back.
A
I'd find my way across the tracks.
        D                     Bm
Lookin' just to score another deal.
     A
With my back against that damn eight ball.
  E                               A
I didn't have to think or talk or feel.


[Chorus]

   D
My life was just an old routine.
E                               A             G          D
Everyday the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive.
                A
I tell you. The high cost of living, 
      E                               A
ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.


[Verse 3]

A
My whole life went through my head.
A
Laying in that hotel bed.
A                                  E
Watchin' as the cops kicked in the door.
E
I had a job and a piece of land.
E 
And my sweet wife, was my best friend.
E                                   A
But I traded that for cocaine and a whore.
A
With my new found sobriety.
A
I've got the time to sit and think.
   D                               Bm
Of all the things I had, and threw away.
     A
This prison is much colder than that,
    E                            A
one that I was locked up in just yesterday.


[Chorus]

   D
My life was just an old routine.
E                               A             G          D
Everyday the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive.
                A
I tell you. The high cost of living, 
      E                               A
ain't nothin' like the cost of living high.
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