High Cost Of Living - Jamey Johnson | Guitar Chords | VChords

[Intro]
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C

[Verse 1]
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I was just a normal guy
Life was just a nine to five
With bills and pressure
                   G
Piled up to the sky
She never asked
She knew I been
Hangin' with my wilder friends
                                 C
Looking for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat
Could get by with no food or sleep
                             Dm
And crazy was becoming my new  norm
    C
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor
    G                                            C
And sleep right through the calm before the storm

[Chorus (1)]
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   F
My life was just an old routine
G
 Every day the same damn thing
  C                 Bb           F
I couldn't even tell  I was alive
          C
I tell you
The high cost of livin'
      G                                   C
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high

[Verse 2]
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     C
That southern Baptist parking lot
Is where I'd go to smoke my pot
                                         G
And sit there in my pickup truck and pray
And staring at that giant cross
Just reminded me that I was lost
                                         C
And it just never seemed to point the way
As soon as Jesus turned his back
I find my way across the track
F                     C        Dm
 Lookin' just to score another deal
        C
With my back against that damn eight ball
  G                           C
I didn't have to think or talk or feel

[Chorus (2)]
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       F
And my life was just an old routine
G
 Every day the same damn thing
  C                 Bb           F
I couldn't even tell  I was alive
          C
I tell you
The high cost of livin'
      G                                   C
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high

[Bridge]
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C
My whole life went through my head
Layin' in that motel bed
                                       G
Watchin' as the cops kicked in the door
I had a job and a piece of land
And my sweet wife was my best friend
                                         C
But I traded that for cocaine and a whore
With my new found sobriety
I've got the time to sit and think
      F                C           Dm
Of all the things I had and threw away
     C
This prison is much colder than
     G                               C
That one that I was locked up in just yesterday

[Chorus (3)]
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   F
My life was just an old routine
G
 Every day the same damn thing
  C                 Bb           F
I couldn't even tell  I was alive
          C
I tell you
The high cost of livin'
      G                                   C
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
I tell you
The high cost of livin'
         G                                   C
It ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high

[Solo 1]
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F | G | C | Bb | F 
C | G | C 

[Solo 2]
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F | G | C | Bb | F 
C | G | C 

[Solo 3]
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F | G | C | Bb | F 
C | G | C 

[Outro]
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F | G | C | D 
C | F | G | C