6.02.2009

sometimes...i remember

it all started last night when i was channel surfing. came across this show called Crossroads. Jamey Johnson and Shooter Jennings hooked up and sang each others tunes.

not a country music guy, but when hard livin outlaws sing about the old outlaw days, it always brings me back to the heartache i lived through for so many years.

this song, was my life for so long. set free from that now. no desire to go back. but the honesty here is so close to my actions it was scary. especially the part about the church...well all of it. it was as if he had taken a year out of my life and put it down to music.

The High Cost of Living

I was just a normal guy
Life was just a nine to five
With bills and pressurePiled up to the sky
She never asked She knew
I’d beHangin’ 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 youThe high cost of livinAin’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 youThe high cost of livinAin’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 thinkOf 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 youThe high cost of livinAin’t nothing like the cost of livin’ high
I tell youThe high cost of livinAin’t nothing like the cost of livin’ high

Jamey Johnson

http://www.cmt.com/videos/unplugged/jamey-johnson/264138/high-cost-of-living.jhtml

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