Dyin Isnt Cheap

D Am G D Am G D And there's a nice tray of crushed out cigarettes G D And an empty bourbon bottle by the bed D A pile of change, a worn out matchbook with a name E A And a number scribbled on it that can't be read G D Em Livin' all alone and in the red G D A Well, I guess sometimes it's worse than being dead D Am7 'Cause dying isn't cheap, it's a mighty hefty cost D G Gm When you're doin' it like me, you've already lost D Am7 If I had to buy my way to Heaven, I guess I'd go to Hell D G Gm 'Cause the only thing she left me was this old soul to sell Em A Since she set me free, livin' don't come easy D Am G D Am G And dying isn't cheap D And that woman, she was everything G D But I guess I wasn't everything to her D And for that woman, I gave anything E A Now I'd give anything to drown the pain and hurt G D Em7 I guess I'll live forever missin' her G D A 'Cause the pills and top-shelf whiskey just don't work D Am7 And dying isn't cheap, it's a mighty hefty cost D G Gm When you're doin' it like me, you've already lost D Am7 If I had to buy my way to Heaven, I guess I'd go to Hell D G Gm 'Cause the only thing she left me was this old soul to sell Em A Since she set me free, livin' don't come easy D Am7 D G Gm And dying isn't cheap G D Am If I had to buy my way to Heaven, I guess I'd go to Hell D G Gm 'Cause the only thing she left me was this old soul to sell Em A Since she set me free, livin' don't come easy D Am G D Am G D And dying isn't cheap