Back in the Old Routine - The Strawbs

[ti:High Cost Of Living]
[ar:Jamey Johnson]
[al:That Lonesome Song]
[by:kevinboul]
[00:02.00]Jamey Johnson - High Cost Of Living
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[00:21.85]I was just a normal guy
[00:24.59]Life was just a nine to five
[00:27.14]With bills and pressure
[00:28.57]Piled up to the sky
[00:32.45]She never asked
[00:33.99]She knew I’d be
[00:35.74]Hangin’ with my wilder friends
[00:38.63]Looking for some other way to fly
[00:41.46]
[00:43.76]And three days straight was no big feat
[00:46.56]Could get by with no food or sleep
[00:49.26]And crazy was becoming my new norm
[00:53.15]
[00:54.62]I’d pass out on the bedroom floor
[00:57.75]And sleep right through the calm before the storm
[01:01.11]
[01:05.48]My life was just an old routine
[01:08.82]Every day the same damn thing
[01:11.62]I couldn’t even tell I was alive
[01:15.04]
[01:16.28]I tell you
[01:17.63]The high cost of livin’
[01:19.73]Ain’t nothing like the cost of livin’ high
[01:23.11]
[01:28.16]That southern Baptist parking lot
[01:31.00]Is where I’d go to smoke my pot
[01:33.87]Sit there in my pickup truck and pray
[01:37.61]Staring at that giant cross
[01:42.21]Just reminded me that I was lost
[01:45.17]And it just never seemed to point the way
[01:48.31]
[01:50.45]As soon as Jesus turned his back
[01:53.36]I find my way across the track
[01:56.74]Lookin’ just to score . . . another deal
[02:01.55]With my back against that damn eight ball
[02:04.50]I didn’t have to think or talk . . . or feel
[02:08.39]
[02:12.79]My life was just an old routine
[02:15.77]Every day the same damn thing
[02:18.66]I couldn’t even tell I was alive
[02:22.07]
[02:23.20]I tell you
[02:24.52]The high cost of livin’
[02:26.31]Ain’t nothing like the cost of livin’ high
[02:30.17]
[02:41.23]My whole life went through my head
[02:44.21]Layin’ in that motel bed
[02:46.71]Watchin’ as the cops kicked in the door
[02:50.13]
[02:52.05]I had a job and a piece of land
[02:54.92]My sweet wife was my best friend
[02:57.58]But I traded that for cocaine and a whore
[03:00.84]
[03:03.32]With my new found sobriety
[03:05.87]I’ve got the time to sit and think
[03:08.67]Of all the things I had . . . and threw away
[03:12.44]
[03:14.20]This prison is much colder than
[03:16.90]That one that I was locked up in just yesterday
[03:21.33]
[03:25.39]My life is just an old routine
[03:28.27]Every day the same damn thing
[03:31.23]Hell I can’t even tell if I’m alive
[03:34.61]
[03:35.84]I tell you
[03:36.77]The high cost of livin’
[03:39.21]Ain’t nothing like the cost of livin’ high
[03:42.68]
[03:47.06]I tell you
[03:48.32]The high cost of livin’
[03:50.39]Ain’t nothing like the cost of livin’ high
[03:54.17]