| Song | High Cost Of Living |
| Artist | Jamey Johnson |
| Album | That Lonesome Song |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| [00:00.00] | 作词 : JOHNSON, JAMEY/SLATER, JAMES T. |
| [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] |
| [00:00.00] | zuo ci : JOHNSON, JAMEY SLATER, JAMES T. |
| [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] |
| [00:00.00] | zuò cí : JOHNSON, JAMEY SLATER, JAMES T. |
| [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] |