"Cost Of Being Me" lyrics

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

Sitting next to 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 loan, 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'd be just a little bit better off
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 badass, piece-of-shit car
I hadn'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 loan, 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'd be just a little bit better off
I've paid a lot for being free
Yeah, that's the cost of being me

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

I drink my whiskey from the well
My soul's for loan, 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'd be just a little bit better off
I've paid a lot for being free
Yeah, that's the cost of being me

I'd spend the last dime I have left
On a pack of cheap-ass cigarettes
I'll buy a round for anyone I can get
To buy my bullshit