capo on 3

A
i was just a normal guy .

A
life was just a nine to five .

A E
with bills and pressure piled up to the sky .

E
she never asked , she knew i’d been ,

E
hangin’ with my wilder friends .

E A
looking for another way to fly .

D Bm
and crazy , was becoming my new norm .

A
i’d pass out on the bedroom floor .

E A
and sleep right through the calm before the storm .

chorus . . .

D
my life was just an old routine .

E A G D
everyday the same damn thing , i couldn’t even tell i was alive .

A
i tell you . the high cost of living ,

E A
ain’t nothin’ like the cost of living high .

A
that southern baptist parking lot .

A
was where i’d go and smoke my pot .

A E
sit there in my pick – up truck and pray .

E
and stareing at that giant cross .

E
just reminded me that i was lost .

E A
and it just never seemed to point the way .

A
as soon as jesus turned his back .

A
i’d find my way across the tracks .

D Bm
lookin’ just to score another deal .

A
with my back against that damn eight ball .

E A
i didn’t have to think or talk or feel .

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A
my whole life went through my head .

A
laying in that hotel bed .

A E
watchin’ as the cops kicked in the door .

E
i had a job and a piece of land .

E
and my sweet wife , was my best friend .

E A
but i traded that for cocaine and a whore .

A
with my new found sobriety .

A
i’ve got the time to sit and think .

D Bm
of all the things i had , and threw away .

A
this prison is much colder than that ,

E A
one that i was locked up in just yesterday .

( chorus . . . )