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High Cost Of Living ukulele

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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.


(chorus...)


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...)

            
            
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