High Cost Of Living

jamey johnson-high cost of living Capo on 3 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 been, hangin' with my wilder friends. looking for another way to fly. Three days straight was no big feat to Get by on no food or drink And crazy, was becoming my new norm. I'd pass out on the bedroom floor. And sleep right through the calm before the storm. My life was just an old routine. Everyday the same damn thing, I couldn't even tell I was alive. I tell you. The high cost of living, ain't nothin' like the cost of living high. That southern baptist parking lot. Was where I'd go and smoke my pot. Sit there in my pick-up truck and pray. And stareing 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'd find my way across the tracks. Lookin' just to score another deal. With my back against that damn eight ball. I didn't have to think or talk or feel. (Chorus...) My whole life went through my head. Laying in that hotel bed. 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. But I traded that for cocaine 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.