Jamey Johnson - High cost of living

^AI was just a normal guy. ^ALife was just a nine to five.

^AWith bills and pressure piled up to the ^Esky. ^EShe never asked, she knew I'd been,

^Ehangin' with my wilder friends. ^Elooking for another way to ^Afly.

And ^Dcrazy, was becoming my new ^Bmnorm. I'd ^Apass out on the bedroom floor.

And ^Esleep right through the calm before the ^Astorm.

My ^Dlife was just an old routine. ^EEveryday the same damn thing, I ^Acouldn't even ^Gtell I was ^Dalive.

I tell you. The ^Ahigh cost of living, ain't ^Enothin' like the cost of living ^Ahigh.

^AThat southern baptist parking lot. ^AWas where I'd go and smoke my pot.

^ASit there in my pick-up truck and ^Epray. ^EAnd stareing at that giant cross.

^EJust reminded me that I was lost. ^EAnd it just never seemed to point the ^Away.

^AAs soon as Jesus turned his back. ^AI'd find my way across the tracks.

Lookin' ^Djust to score another ^Bmdeal. With ^Amy back against that damn eight ball.

I ^Edidn't have to think or talk or ^Afeel.

^AMy whole life went through my head. ^ALaying in that hotel bed.

^AWatchin' as the cops kicked in the ^Edoor. ^EI had a job and a piece of land.

^EAnd my sweet wife, was my best friend. ^EBut I traded that for cocaine and a ^Awhore.

^AWith my new found sobriety. ^AI've got the time to sit and think.

Of ^Dall the things I had, and threw ^Bmaway. This ^Aprison is much colder than that,

one ^Ethat I was locked up in just ^Ayesterday.