GrooveGenie Aggiunto da GrooveGenie
Whole song: ↓ · · ↑ ↓ · ↑ · · · ↓ ↑ ↓ · ↓ ↑
[Intro]
| C - | - - | - - | - - |
| - - | - - | - - | - - |
| - - | - - | -
[Verse 1]
I was just a normal guy
Life was just a nine to five
With bills and pressure
G
Piled up to the sky
She never asked
She knew I been
Hangin' with my wilder friends
C
Looking for some other way to fly
And three days straight was no big feat
Could get by with no food or sleep
Dm
And crazy was becoming my new norm
C
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor
G C
And sleep right through the calm before the storm
[Chorus]
F
My life was just an old routine
G
Every day the same damn thing
C Bb F
I couldn't even tell I was alive
C
I tell you
The high cost of livin'
G C
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
[Verse 2]
C
That southern Baptist parking lot
Is where I'd go to smoke my pot
G
And sit there in my pickup truck and pray
And staring at that giant cross
Just reminded me that I was lost
C
And it just never seemed to point the way
As soon as Jesus turned his back
I find my way across the track
F C Dm
Lookin' just to score another deal
C
With my back against that damn eight ball
G C
I didn't have to think or talk or feel
[Chorus]
F
And my life was just an old routine
G
Every day the same damn thing
C Bb F
I couldn't even tell I was alive
C
I tell you
The high cost of livin'
G C
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
[Bridge]
C
My whole life went through my head
Layin' in that motel bed
G
Watchin' as the cops kicked in the door
I had a job and a piece of land
And my sweet wife was my best friend
C
But I traded that for cocaine and a whore
With my new found sobriety
I've got the time to sit and think
F C Dm
Of all the things I had and threw away
C
This prison is much colder than
G C
That one that I was locked up in just yesterday
[Chorus]
F
My life was just an old routine
G
Every day the same damn thing
C Bb F
I couldn't even tell I was alive
C
I tell you
The high cost of livin'
G C
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
I tell you
The high cost of livin'
G C
It ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
[Solo 1]
F |
| - G | - C | Bb F | - C |
| - G | - C | - - | -
[Solo 2]
F |
| - G | - C | Bb F | - C |
| - G | - C | - - | -
[Solo 3]
F |
| - G | - C | Bb F | - C |
| - G | - C | - - | -
[Outro]
F - |
| - - G - | - - C - | - - D - | - - C - |
| - - - - | - - F - | - G - C |
[Intro]
| C - | - - | - - | - - |
| - - | - - | - - | - - |
| - - | - - | -
[Verse 1]
G | - - |
| - - | - - | - C | - - |
| - - | - - | - Dm | - C |
| - G | - C | - - | -
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 been
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
[Chorus]
F |
| - G | - C | Bb F | - C |
| - G | - C | - - | -
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
[Verse 2]
C |
| - - | - - | - G | - - |
| - - | - - | - C | - - |
| - - | - F | C Dm | - C |
| - G | - C | - - | -
That southern Baptist parking lot
Is where I'd go to smoke my pot
And 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 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
[Chorus]
F |
| - G | - C | Bb F | - C |
| - G | - C | - - | - - |
| - - | -
And 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
[Bridge]
C | - - | - - |
| - G | - - | - - | - - |
| - C | - - | - - | - F |
| C Dm | - C | - G | - C |
| - - | -
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
And 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
[Chorus]
F | - G | - C |
| Bb F | - C | - G | - C |
| - - | - - | - G | - C |
| - - | - - | - - | -
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
I tell you
The high cost of livin'
It ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high
[Solo 1]
F |
| - G | - C | Bb F | - C |
| - G | - C | - - | -
[Solo 2]
F |
| - G | - C | Bb F | - C |
| - G | - C | - - | -
[Solo 3]
F |
| - G | - C | Bb F | - C |
| - G | - C | - - | -
[Outro]
F - |
| - - G - | - - C - | - - D - | - - C - |
| - - - - | - - F - | - G - C |
Quanto è accurata questa scheda accordi?
La tua valutazione aiuta gli altri a trovare i contributi di qualità
Grazie, siamo felici che ti sia stata utile. Grazie, il tuo feedback aiuta a migliorare le schede.
per creare una correzione.
Caricamento correzioni…
Stesso brano, schede accordi diverse.
Brani che altri suonano dopo questo.
per partecipare alla discussione.