Counting The Cost Lyrics & Chords By Charlie Peacock

There is a boxer, a young boxer, living across the street from me,
There is a woman living in my house,
There's a light in the kitchen that needs my attention,
Over in the corner there's a magazine rack,
There's a garden growing in the back,
Now, what's a poor soul to do?
Keeping track of all of this and all of that.
Counting the cost and keeping track of all of this and all of that,
Counting the cost and keeping track of all of this and all of that.
There is a picture, a sad picture, of a little boy holding on,
Maybe he's dead now, maybe he's alive,
There's a time to get angry and a time to be sweet,
Maybe I should telephone grandmother, tell her how much I've been missing her.
Oh, what's a poor soul to do?
Keeping track of all of this and all of that.
Counting the cost and keeping track of all of this and all of that,
Counting the cost and keeping track of all of this and all of that.
Counting the cost and keeping track of all of this and all of that,
Counting the cost, just staying true to what it is I know to do,
Fore every unkind word I spoke, counting the cost and keeping track,
For all the money I kept for myself, counting the cost and keeping track,
For every unreturned phone call, counting the cost and keeping track,
For every prayer I locked up tight, counting the cost and keeping track,
I'm done and running out of things to say,
I'm running out of time to say it,
Counting the cost and keeping track of all of this and all of that.