Church Pew or Bar Stool

[A]I was just a normal guy.

[A]Life was just a nine to five.

[A]With bills and pressure piled up to the [E]sky.

[E]She never asked, she knew I'd been,

[E]hangin' with my wilder friends.

[E]looking for another way to [A]fly.

And [D]crazy, was becoming my new [Bm]norm.

I'd [A]pass out on the bedroom floor.

And [E]sleep right through the calm before the [A]storm.

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My [D]life was just an old routine.

[E]Everyday the same damn thing, I [A]couldn't even [G]tell I was [D]alive.

I tell you. The [A]high cost of living,

ain't [E]nothin' like the cost of living [A]high.

[A]That southern baptist parking lot.

[A]Was where I'd go and smoke my pot.

[A]Sit there in my pick-up truck and [E]pray.

[E]And stareing at that giant cross.

[E]Just reminded me that I was lost.

[E]And it just never seemed to point the [A]way.

[A]As soon as Jesus turned his back.

[A]I'd find my way across the tracks.

Lookin' [D]just to score another [Bm]deal.

With [A]my back against that damn eight ball.

I [E]didn't have to think or talk or [A]feel.

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[A]My whole life went through my head.

[A]Laying in that hotel bed.

[A]Watchin' as the cops kicked in the [E]door.

[E]I had a job and a piece of land.

[E]And my sweet wife, was my best friend.

[E]But I traded that for cocaine and a [A]whore.

[A]With my new found sobriety.

[A]I've got the time to sit and think.

Of [D]all the things I had, and threw [Bm]away.

This [A]prison is much colder than that,

one [E]that I was locked up in just [A]yesterday.

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