I was just a normal guy
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Life was just a nine to five
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With bills and pressure
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Piled up to the sky
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She never asked
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She knew I'd be
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Hangin' with my wilder friends
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Looking for some other way to fly
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And three days straight was no big feat
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Could get by with no food or sleep
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And crazy was becoming my new norm
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I'd pass out on the bedroom floor
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And sleep right through the calm before the storm
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My life was just an old routine
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Every day the same damn thing
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I couldn't even tell I was alive
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I tell you
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The high cost of livin'
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Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
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That southern Baptist parking lot
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Is where I'd go to smoke my pot
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Sit there in my pickup truck and pray
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Staring at that giant cross
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Just reminded me that I was lost
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And it just never seemed to point the way
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As soon as Jesus turned his back
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I find my way across the track
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Lookin' just to score . . . another deal
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With my back against that damn eight ball
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I didn't have to think or talk . . . or feel
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My life was just an old routine
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Every day the same damn thing
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I couldn't even tell I was alive
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I tell you
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The high cost of livin'
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Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
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My whole life went through my head
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Layin' in that motel bed
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Watchin' as the cops kicked in the door
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I had a job and a piece of land
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My sweet wife was my best friend
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But I traded that for cocaine and a whore
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With my new found sobriety
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I've got the time to sit and think
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Of all the things I had . . . and threw away
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This prison is much colder than
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That one that I was locked up in just yesterday
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My life is just an old routine
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Every day the same damn thing
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Hell I can't even tell if I'm alive
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I tell you
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The high cost of livin'
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Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
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I tell you
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The high cost of livin'
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Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
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High Cost Of Living
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| Jamey Johnson |
