Capo on 3
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.
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.
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.
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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.
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