歌曲 | High Cost Of Living |
歌手 | Jamey Johnson |
专辑 | Promo Only: Country Radio, March 2009 |
下载 | Image LRC TXT |
[00:-2.00] | 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 |
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[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 |
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[03:54.59] | |
[05:45.31] |
[00:-2.00] | Jamey Johnson High Cost Of Living |
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[00:00.00] | |
[00:21.00] | |
[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] | |
[03:54.59] | |
[05:45.31] |
[00:-2.00] | Jamey Johnson High Cost Of Living |
[00:-1.00] | |
[00:00.00] | |
[00:21.00] | |
[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] | |
[03:54.59] | |
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