High Cost Of Living Chords by Jamey Johnson
Tempo:
86 bpm
Chords used:
C
G
F
Bb
Dm
Tuning:Standard Tuning (EADGBE)Capo:+0fret
Start Jamming...
[C] [Cm] [C]
[Gm] [Cm] [C]
[Bb] [C]
I was just a normal [N] guy Life was just a nine to five
With bills and pressure Piled up to the sky
She never asked She knew right then
Hanging with my wilder friends Looking for some other way to [B] fly
[C] Three days straight was no big feat To get by [Dm] on no food
Or [C] sleeping [F] crazy Was becoming my new [Dm] norm
[C] I'd pass out on the bedroom [G] floor And sleep right through the calm before [C] the storm
[F] My life was just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive
I [C] tell you the high cost of living [G] Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high
That southern baptist parking lot Was where I'd go to smoke my pot
And sit there in my pickup [G] truck and pray Staring at that giant cross
Just [C] reminded [Dm] me that I was [G] lost And it just never seemed to point [C] the way
[Am] [G] [C] As soon as Jesus [Cm] turned his back I'd find my way across the [F] track
Looking [C] just to score [Dm] another D
[C] With my back against that [G] damn eight ball I didn't have to think or [C] talk or feed
[Bb] [F] And my life was just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive I [C] tell you the high cost of living
[G] Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high
[Bb] [C] My whole life went through my head
Laying in that motel bed Watching as the cops kicked [G] in the door
I had a job and a piece of land My sweet wife was my best friend
But I traded that for cocaine [C] and a hole With [G] [C] my new found sobriety
I've got time to sit and [F] think Of all the [C] things I had [Dm] and threw away
[C] This prison is much colder [G] than that one That I was locked up [C] in just yesterday
My [Bb] [F] life is just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
Hell I can't [Bb] even tell if [F] I'm alive I [C] tell you the high [G] cost of living
Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high I tell you the high cost of living
[G] It ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high
[F] [C]
[Bb] [F]
[G] [C]
[Bb] [F] [C]
[G] [C]
[F]
[G] [C]
[Bb] [F] [C]
[G] [C]
[F]
[G] [C]
[Bb] [F] [C]
[G] [C]
[Bb] [F]
[B] [Em] [G] [Eb]
[C] [D]
[F] [Fm] [Gb] [C]
[F] [Dm] [B]
[C]
[N] No more of it
[Gm] [Cm] [C]
[Bb] [C]
I was just a normal [N] guy Life was just a nine to five
With bills and pressure Piled up to the sky
She never asked She knew right then
Hanging with my wilder friends Looking for some other way to [B] fly
[C] Three days straight was no big feat To get by [Dm] on no food
Or [C] sleeping [F] crazy Was becoming my new [Dm] norm
[C] I'd pass out on the bedroom [G] floor And sleep right through the calm before [C] the storm
[F] My life was just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive
I [C] tell you the high cost of living [G] Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high
That southern baptist parking lot Was where I'd go to smoke my pot
And sit there in my pickup [G] truck and pray Staring at that giant cross
Just [C] reminded [Dm] me that I was [G] lost And it just never seemed to point [C] the way
[Am] [G] [C] As soon as Jesus [Cm] turned his back I'd find my way across the [F] track
Looking [C] just to score [Dm] another D
[C] With my back against that [G] damn eight ball I didn't have to think or [C] talk or feed
[Bb] [F] And my life was just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive I [C] tell you the high cost of living
[G] Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high
[Bb] [C] My whole life went through my head
Laying in that motel bed Watching as the cops kicked [G] in the door
I had a job and a piece of land My sweet wife was my best friend
But I traded that for cocaine [C] and a hole With [G] [C] my new found sobriety
I've got time to sit and [F] think Of all the [C] things I had [Dm] and threw away
[C] This prison is much colder [G] than that one That I was locked up [C] in just yesterday
My [Bb] [F] life is just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
Hell I can't [Bb] even tell if [F] I'm alive I [C] tell you the high [G] cost of living
Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high I tell you the high cost of living
[G] It ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high
[F] [C]
[Bb] [F]
[G] [C]
[Bb] [F] [C]
[G] [C]
[F]
[G] [C]
[Bb] [F] [C]
[G] [C]
[F]
[G] [C]
[Bb] [F] [C]
[G] [C]
[Bb] [F]
[B] [Em] [G] [Eb]
[C] [D]
[F] [Fm] [Gb] [C]
[F] [Dm] [B]
[C]
[N] No more of it
Key:
C
G
F
Bb
Dm
C
G
F
[C] _ _ [Cm] _ _ _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I was just a normal [N] guy Life was just a nine to five
With bills and pressure Piled up to the sky
_ She never asked She knew right then
Hanging with my wilder friends Looking for some other way to [B] fly
_ [C] Three days straight was no big feat To get by [Dm] on no food
Or [C] sleeping [F] crazy Was becoming my new [Dm] norm
_ [C] I'd pass out on the bedroom [G] floor And sleep right through the calm before [C] the storm
_ _ _ _ _ [F] My life was just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive
I [C] tell you the high cost of living [G] Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high _
_ _ _ _ _ That southern baptist parking lot Was where I'd go to smoke my pot
And sit there in my pickup [G] truck and pray _ _ Staring at that giant cross
Just [C] reminded [Dm] me that I was [G] lost And it just never seemed to point [C] the way
_ [Am] _ [G] [C] As soon as Jesus [Cm] turned his back I'd find my way across the [F] track
Looking [C] just to score [Dm] another D
_ [C] With my back against that [G] damn eight ball I didn't have to think or [C] talk or feed
_ _ _ _ [Bb] [F] And my life was just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive I [C] tell you the high cost of living
[G] Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] My whole life went through my head
Laying in that motel bed Watching as the cops kicked [G] in the door
_ I had a job and a piece of land My sweet wife was my best friend
But I traded that for cocaine [C] and a hole With [G] _ [C] my new found sobriety
I've got time to sit and [F] think Of all the [C] things I had [Dm] and threw away
_ [C] This prison is much colder [G] than that one That I was locked up [C] in just yesterday
_ My _ [Bb] _ [F] life is just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
Hell I can't [Bb] even tell if [F] I'm alive _ I [C] tell you the high [G] cost of living
Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high _ _ _ _ _ I tell you the high cost of living
[G] It ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _
_ _ [B] _ [Em] _ [G] _ _ _ [Eb] _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Gb] _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ [Dm] _ _ [B] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ No more of it _
_ _ [Gm] _ _ [Cm] _ [C] _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ I was just a normal [N] guy Life was just a nine to five
With bills and pressure Piled up to the sky
_ She never asked She knew right then
Hanging with my wilder friends Looking for some other way to [B] fly
_ [C] Three days straight was no big feat To get by [Dm] on no food
Or [C] sleeping [F] crazy Was becoming my new [Dm] norm
_ [C] I'd pass out on the bedroom [G] floor And sleep right through the calm before [C] the storm
_ _ _ _ _ [F] My life was just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive
I [C] tell you the high cost of living [G] Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high _
_ _ _ _ _ That southern baptist parking lot Was where I'd go to smoke my pot
And sit there in my pickup [G] truck and pray _ _ Staring at that giant cross
Just [C] reminded [Dm] me that I was [G] lost And it just never seemed to point [C] the way
_ [Am] _ [G] [C] As soon as Jesus [Cm] turned his back I'd find my way across the [F] track
Looking [C] just to score [Dm] another D
_ [C] With my back against that [G] damn eight ball I didn't have to think or [C] talk or feed
_ _ _ _ [Bb] [F] And my life was just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
I couldn't [Bb] even tell I [F] was alive I [C] tell you the high cost of living
[G] Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high _
_ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [C] My whole life went through my head
Laying in that motel bed Watching as the cops kicked [G] in the door
_ I had a job and a piece of land My sweet wife was my best friend
But I traded that for cocaine [C] and a hole With [G] _ [C] my new found sobriety
I've got time to sit and [F] think Of all the [C] things I had [Dm] and threw away
_ [C] This prison is much colder [G] than that one That I was locked up [C] in just yesterday
_ My _ [Bb] _ [F] life is just an old [G] routine Every day the same damn [C] thing
Hell I can't [Bb] even tell if [F] I'm alive _ I [C] tell you the high [G] cost of living
Ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high _ _ _ _ _ I tell you the high cost of living
[G] It ain't nothing like the cost of [C] living high _
_ _ _ _ _ [F] _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ [F] _ _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ _ [F] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
[Bb] _ _ [F] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ [G] _ _ _ _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ _ _ [Bb] _ [F] _ _
_ _ [B] _ [Em] _ [G] _ _ _ [Eb] _
[C] _ _ _ [D] _ _ _ _ _
[F] _ _ [Fm] _ _ _ [Gb] _ [C] _ _
_ _ _ [F] _ [Dm] _ _ [B] _ _
[C] _ _ _ _ _ _ _ _
_ _ _ [N] _ _ No more of it _