Creepin

Eric Church · Chief [2011]

Like a honybee beatin on my screen door,

I got a little buzz in my head and its sore,

And from the my bed I can feel the sun,

Lord I hear the mornin come.



Justa creepin

Creepin, creepin, creepin



Shot outta hell like a bullet from a gun,

A flip of a switch,

A theif on the run,

And since the day you left me baby,

I can feel the lonely,

I can hear the crazy.



Justa creepin'

Creepin'

Justa creepin'

Creepin'



Head to the future,

Run from the past,

Hide from the mirror,

And live in a glass,

What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,

Kinda like molasses in a late December.



Justa creepin'

Creepin'

Oh,creepin'



Your cocaine kiss caffeine love,

Run under my skin and into my blood,

That need you back comes over me,

Like ivy crawlin' up a hickory tree.



Justa creepin'

Creepin'

Justa creepin' creepin'

Creepin'



Head to the future,

Run from the past,

Hide from the mirror,

And live in a glass,

What dreams forget the whiskey remembers,

Kinda like molasses in a late December.



Justa creepin'

Creepin'

Ah, come on!



(guitar)



Break it down,down,down,down,down,down,down,down,down,down.....



Just last night I saw the light,

At the end of that tunnel on the other side,

Thought I found my way outta this pain,

Only too find your Memory Train.



Creepin... Creepin... Creepin... Creepin...