High Cost Of Living (Album Version) - Jamey Johnson

Written by：Jamey Johns

I was just a normal guy

Life was just a nine to five

With bills and pressure

Piled up to the sky

She never asked

She knew I'd be

Hangin' with my wilder friends

Looking for some other way to fly

And three days straight was no big feat

Get by with no food or sleep

And crazy was becoming my new norm

I'd pass out on the bedroom floor

Sleep right through the calm

Before the storm

My life was just an old routine

Every day the same dam'n thing

I couldn't even tell I was alive

I tell you

The high cost of livin'

Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high

That southern Baptist parking lot

Is where I'd go to smoke my pot

Sit there in my pickup truck and pray

Staring at that giant 'cross

Just reminded me that I was lost

And it just never seemed to point the way

As soon as Jesus turned his back

I find my way across the track

Lookin' just to score another deal

With my back against that dam'n eight ball

I didn't have to think or talk or feel

My life was just an old routine

Every day the same dam'n thing

I couldn't even tell I was alive

I tell you

The high cost of livin'

Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high

My whole life went through my head

Layin' in that motel bed

Watchin' as the cops kicked 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*****e and a whore

With my new found sobriety

I've got the time to sit and think

Of all the things I had and threw away

This prison is much colder than

That one that I was locked up

In just yesterday

My life is just an old routine

Every day the same dam'n thing

Hell I can't even tell if I'm alive

I tell you

The high cost of livin'

Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high

I tell you

The high cost of livin'

Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high