Ain’t nothing like the cost of livin’ high

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    deleted Visitor

    Jamey Johnson 'High Cost Of Living'

    https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nIzdXPnNITw

    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
    Hangin’ with my wilder friends
    Looking for some other way to fly

    And three days straight was no big feat
    Could get by with 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
    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 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
     
  2. Severely stoned

    Severely stoned Senior Member

    Not to mention how much fucking weed costs.

    (Thinking about the literal meaning of the title, my first reaction was.)
     
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    deleted Visitor

    I really wonder if the title is intentional to.
     
  4. Severely stoned

    Severely stoned Senior Member

    So I actualy read the poem....

    It's, well, idk, I have no real comment on it. Well written, good ideas and shit but now I just sound like a highschool English teacher.
     

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