Creepin - Eric Church

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 c_caine 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...

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