Accordi e testo completo di "High Cost of Living" di Jamey Johnson per chitarra. Tonalità: DO. Accordi principali: DO7, DO5, SIb5, DO, SOL, FA, REm, SIb, FA/SOL, DO/MI, RE7, FAm, DO4, SOL7. Spartito con accordi sopra il testo, trasponibile su Strimpello.

Tonalità

DO

Accordi

DO7, DO5, SIb5, DO, SOL, FA, REm, SIb, FA/SOL, DO/MI, RE7, FAm, DO4, SOL7

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Quali sono gli accordi di High Cost of Living di Jamey Johnson?
Gli accordi usati in "High Cost of Living" di Jamey Johnson sono: DO7, DO5, SIb5, DO, SOL, FA, REm, SIb, FA/SOL, DO/MI, RE7, FAm, DO4, SOL7. Tonalità: DO.
In che tonalità è High Cost of Living?
"High Cost of Living" di Jamey Johnson è in tonalità DO.
Dove trovo il testo e gli accordi di High Cost of Living?
Testo e accordi completi di "High Cost of Living" sono su Strimpello: https://strimpello.com/song/high-cost-of-living.
Chi canta High Cost of Living?
"High Cost of Living" è interpretata da Jamey Johnson.

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High Cost of Living
Jamey Johnson
Key: DO
Intro:

DO7

DO5      SIb5 DO5      SIb5

DO5      SIb5 DO5      SIb5

DO
 I was just a normal guy

Life was just a nine to five

                                        SOL
With bills and pressure piled-up to the sky

She never asked, she knew I'd bewen

Hangin' with my wilder friends

                              DO
Lookin' for some other way to fly

Three days straight was no big feat

To get by on no food or sleep

    FA                           REm                
And crazy was becoming my new normal

    DO 
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor

SOL                                     DO
Sleep right through the calm before the storm

   FA
My life was just an old routine

SOL
 Every day the same damn thing

  DO            SIb         FA
I couldn't even tell I was alive

           DO 
I tell you, the high cost of livin'

      SOL                              DO
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high

SIb   DO
 That southern Baptist parking lot

Was where I'd go to smoke my pot

                                     SOL
And sit there in my pickup truck and pray

And starin' at that giant cross

       FA/SOL               
Just reminded me that I was lost

       SOL                            DO
And it just never seemed to point the way

As soon as Jesus turned his back

I'd found my way across the track

FA               DO/MI         REm
 Lookin' just to score another deal

        DO
With my back against that damn eight ball

  SOL                         DO    
I didn't have to think or talk or feel

SIb FA
 My life was just an old routine

SOL
 Every day the same damn thing

  DO            SIb         FA
I couldn't even tell I was alive

           DO          
I tell you, the high cost of livin'

      SOL                              DO
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high

SIb DO      

SIb DO
    My whole life went through my head

Layin' in that motel bed

                                   SOL
Watchin' as the cops kicked in the door

I had a job and a piece of land

My sweet wife was my best friend

                                      DO
But I traded that for cocaine and a whore

SIb   DO
 With my new found sobriety

I've got the time to sit and think

   FA               DO/MI          REm
Of all the things I had and threw away

     DO
This prison is much colder

          SOL                         DO
Than that one that I was locked-up in just yesterday

SIb FA
 My life is just an old routine

SOL
 Every day the same damn thing

      DO           SIb          FA
Hell, I can't even tell if I'm alive

           DO 
I tell you, the high cost of livin'

      SOL                              DO
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high

I tell you, the high cost of livin'

      SOL                              DO
Ain't nothing like the cost of livin' high

SIb DO
     ...Just leave that stuff alone

SIb FA      SOL      DO   SIb   FA

DO      SOL      DO

SIb FA      SOL      DO   SIb   FA

DO      SOL      DO

SIb FA      SOL      DO   SIb   FA

DO      SOL      DO

SIb FA      SOL      DO     RE7    FAm    DO

DO4  SOL7  DO

High Cost of Living

Jamey Johnson · Key DO

Intro:
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 bewen
Hangin' with my wilder friends
Lookin' for some other way to fly
Three days straight was no big feat
To get by on no food or sleep
And crazy was becoming my new normal
I'd pass out on the bedroom floor
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
Was where I'd go to smoke my pot
And sit there in my pickup truck and pray
And starin' 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'd found 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
...Just leave that stuff alone

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