Cost of Being Me

I'd spend the last dime I've got left
On a pack of cheap ass cigarettes
I'll buy a round for any one I can get
To buy my bullshit

Sitting next to my momma there in her church
All hungover with a wrinkled shirt
Thanking God in that pew
Momma didn't know what Jesus knew

I drink my whiskey from the well
My soul's for rent but ain't for sale
I've had my daddy pay my bail
That kind of hell just don't come cheap
If I had half of what I lost
I've paid a lot for being free
Yeah that's the cost of being me

I quit a job that worked me pretty hard
Put a little down on a bad ass, piece-of-shit car
I haven't driven in a while
But if you're going nowhere you go in style

Spent the rest of what I got
On a girl that I didn't need
Just like that car up on blocks
She wasn't built to last
She was built for speed

I drink my whiskey from the well
My soul's for rent but ain't for sale
I've had my daddy pay my bail
That kind of hell just don't come cheap
If I had half of what I lost
I've paid a lot for being free
Yeah that's the cost of being me

20 in a lottery ticket
A dollar in a beggar's pale
A quarter on a heart broke Haggard song
A penny in a wishing well

I drink my whiskey from the well
My soul's for rent but ain't for sale
I've had my daddy pay my bail
That kind of hell just don't come cheap
If I had half of what I lost
I've paid a lot for being free
Yeah that's the cost of being me

I'd spend the last dime I've got left
On a pack of cheap ass cigarettes
I'll buy a round for any one I can get
To buy my bullshit



Credits
Writer(s): Rusty Tabor, Jami Grooms, Bobby Pinson, Mark Mcquin
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