Versuri Jamey Johnson High Cost of Living

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 be hanging with my wilder friends 
Looking for some other way to fly 
 
And three days straight was no big feat 
To get by on no food or sleep 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 
Every day the same damn thing 
I couldn't even tell I was alive 
I tell you the high cost of livin' 
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high 
 
That Southern Baptist parking lot is where I'd go to smoke my pot 
Sit there in my pickup truck and pray 
And staring 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 track 
Lookin' just to score another deal 
With my back against that damn eight ball 
I didn't have to think or talk or feel 
 
My life was just an old routine 
Every day the same damn thing 
I couldn't even tell I was alive 
I tell you the high cost of livin' 
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high 
 
My whole life went through my head 
Layin' in that motel bed watchin' as the cops kicked in the door 
I had a job and a piece of land, 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 
 
My life is just an old routine 
Every day the same damn thing 
Hell, I can't even tell if I'm alive 
I tell you the high cost of livin' 
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high 
I tell you the high cost of livin' 
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high 
 
Just leave that stuff alone